A friend gave me a mango the other day. In starving Gaza, this is the ultimate act of selflessness. I took the piece of fruit home to share it with my four children.
My children used to have bigger dreams than having a nutritious meal, but this is what months of a near-total siege have done to childhood in Gaza. The question repeats again and again: “Mama, what are we going to eat today?” I usually provide the same answer, sometimes with a little tweak - an addition of some lentils or substituting the rice.
