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Imagine being in the UK and knowing your siblings are digging through the rubble of their former home for a few cans of beans. That is the reality for Ahmed Najar who, in this deeply personal piece, describes the horror of knowing his family is slowly starving to death thousands of miles away, while governments do nothing
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spoke to my 75-year-old mother in Gaza just days ago. Her voice trembled – not just from fear this time, but from the sheer weight of hunger. She told me that my brother and nephew had returned to Jabalia, where our family home once stood before it was reduced to rubble by Israeli bombs. They had remembered that there were three cans of beans somewhere beneath the wreckage – left behind in the chaos of displacement. So they made a decision: to go back.
