⚠️⚠️My dad shared this story with me today, and I haven’t been able to shake it. | Hani Almadhoun

⚠️⚠️My dad shared this story with me today, and I haven’t been able to shake it. A woman in one of the makeshift camps was seen running from tent to tent, frantic and out of breath. Her husband had slipped into a diabetic coma. She knew what he needed — just something sweet — a spoonful of sugar, a bite of halva, anything. But the war has emptied even the smallest comforts from Gaza’s cupboards. No one had sugar. No halva. No dates. Nothing. Even if someone did have sugar, it now costs nearly five dollars a spoonful — a price no one in that camp could afford. Not for a dying man. Not even for a child. She returned to her tent empty-handed. Her husband — a man in his late fifties — was gone. Just like that. Not from a missile or a bullet. But from something entirely treatable — if only they hadn’t starved Gaza of everything. Who is responsible for this death? Israel is. And here's the grim reality behind the slushies we handed out to children three days ago: they were sweetened with cough syrup. Because that’s the only sugar we could find. A kilo of sugar now costs $100. People are draining the syrup from canned pineapples just to sweeten their tea. This is what it means to be under blockade and siege — where even sugar is out of reach, and dying from a diabetic coma becomes part of daily life. | 21 comments on LinkedIn