Gaza… Flour Tainted with Blood

In Gaza, there is no difference between a line for aid and a line for martyrs. People go out with a simple hope—to return with a sack of flour to ease their hunger—but death often gets there first. Some carry white sacks filled with flour, while others carry white sacks holding a human body. The scene is heartbreaking, where the smell of flour mixes with the scent of blood, and cries intertwine between those who survived and those who lost. In Gaza, even aid can become a trap, and hope can turn into farewell.