On October 12, at the instruction of the Israeli Defense Forces,
20-year-old college student C fled with 50 family members from their
homes in Gaza City to the southern town of Khan Younis. I mentor C
through We Are Not Numbers, a program that helps young Gazans write
essays in English to tell their stories to the world. I’m calling him
C because Palestinians in Gaza fear they’ll be targeted by the IDF if
they speak out about their conditions.

C felt relatively lucky when he survived his harrowing evacuation and
arrived in Khan Younis. His extended family was able to rent a large
room where all fifty people slept on the floor with no electricity,
running water, or working bathrooms. At least they weren’t stuck in a
United Nations school sheltering thousands and had a small amount of
money to buy what they needed.

They were able to eat at first. Markets and bakeries were starting to
run out of food as they struggled to serve four times the town’s
normal population while simultaneously under siege. But C wandered the
streets all day, going to every market, and would find something, even
if it wasn’t enough. He waited in line at a bakery for three hours one
day, four the next, and five the day after to get a few pieces of
bread.

Then the wait turned to eight hours with no bread. He and his cousin
went out in the cold at three o’clock one morning to try to be first
in line, but there were already so many people there that the bakery
still ran out before C and his cousin reached the door.

The family worried about starving. They had left behind some
nonperishable food in Gaza City when they’d fled, so two uncles risked
the drive to get it. They made it there and loaded the car, but when
they started back south, the car in front of them was bombed. They
turned around. They tried again and again to drive south, never making
it far before being shot at or seeing someone killed. And then the IDF
stopped allowing people to drive at all. The uncles walked for hours
to get back to Khan Younis, unable to carry the provisions they’d
risked their lives for. Right after they left, the family home was
bombed and reduced to rubble.

Meanwhile, C and the others had resorted to eating chocolate and chips
for meals twice a day, as it was all that was left in the stores.
Access to clean water had dwindled and disappeared. The children were
all sick, and C had excruciating stomach pains.

The next time I reached C, I asked if he was still eating chocolate
and chips. His response: “No, unfortunately, we don’t have those
anymore.” Was he eating at all? “Don’t worry,” he told me, “I ate
today.” His mother, ordinarily a first-grade teacher, had managed to
buy a small amount of flour and make a fire with sticks to bake crude
bread.

What about the UN aid? The small amount allowed in was dropped at the
UN schools, but with over 100 UN workers killed and no remaining
government, it was a free-for-all. A few desperate people took more
than they needed and sold it to traders for money to buy clothing and
blankets to try to survive the winter without heat. That left C and
others having to pay traders inflated prices for the aid. C bought an
expensive box of UN aid biscuits clearly marked as not for sale. When
he pointed out the label to the person selling them, he was told that
if he wouldn’t pay for it, someone else would. C bought the biscuits
but was running out of money.

Last Thursday, I didn’t know whether C had eaten at all.
Communications went dark when the last telecommunications company ran
out of fuel. The UN says it had to stop even the small amount of aid
it had been sending. Israel wouldn’t allow enough fuel in or guarantee
aid workers’ safety.

I don’t plan to eat a Thanksgiving meal this year. And yet, if I eat
even one normal meal this Thursday, I’ll likely eat more calories than
C will get for the week. I’ll be thankful that I have food, but I’ll
be praying for him to get some and for him and his family, including
all the children, to survive another day.

https://mondoweiss.net/2023/11/struggling-to-find-crumbs-in-gaza/

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