From Dr. Ezzideen Shehab (above), re-posted from social media on April 25, 2025. Support the publication of his first book here. Support his medical clinic in Northern Gaza here.

This morning, the heralds of decay, UNRWA and the World Food Programme, proclaimed what was already written in the bones of the living: the flour is gone, the food is spent, and the age of starvation has officially begun.

No more bread for the condemned.

No more hollow ceremonies of distribution.

Now, the mask has been torn away: the people are sentenced to death by hunger, and the world has chosen not to hear the verdict.

Behold! There is no economy, no labor, no dignity of exchange. The body, stripped of its last illusions, becomes an animal clawing at the dust. The soul, once capable of hope, sinks into a silent, grey despair.

It is no longer a question of electricity, or water, or the comforts of a dying civilization. We have passed through malnutrition, crossed the threshold of vitamin deficiency, and now we are citizens of the final kingdom: the kingdom of slow death.

Months ago, there were still voices, newspapers trembling, officials protesting, the air thick with promises and denials. Today, there is only a heavy silence. The silence of a world that has made its peace with murder, not by sword or bullet, but by emptiness, by nothingness, by hunger.

Israeli officials admit the famine, but close their gates. The American tongue flutters, but the hand remains still. The world gazes upon the dying as upon some strange spectacle, a curiosity for their bored afternoons.

The bombs have grown old. They no longer terrify. What comes now is far more terrible: the slow rotting of the spirit, the children whose cries grow fainter with each passing night, the old men collapsing wordlessly in their tents, the women fading into the dust.

This is no crisis.

Crisis demands urgency, demands outrage. This is something far worse: a planned, prolonged annihilation, carried out not by cruelty, but by apathy.

The angels are silent.

And mankind, having declared itself master of the earth, now sits enthroned upon a mountain of corpses, unable even to muster the strength to weep.