dalia rezk on Nostr: Around this time last year, famine was writing its tales every morning , where people ...

Around this time last year, famine was writing its tales every morning , where people set out on an unfair race against death for a morsel of bread. Families waited in merciless anticipation, and then the news arrived in the form of two sounds: the laughter of a home whose hands were full of flour, and the screams of a mother whose son had not returned after searching for him. Even today, the scene is repeated, but in a different way. #gaza (npub17n9…4nt8)