Whoever kills a soul…it is as if he had slain mankind entirely. And whoever saves one—it is as if he had saved all of mankind.
— Qur’an, Surah Al-Ma’idah (5:32)

To starve a baby,
you must first kill God,
not the one in books,
but the one that screams inside your chest
when a newborn sobs from hunger.

You must carve that instinct out,
feed it to your ego,
and laugh as it chokes.

You must look at a baby’s bent limbs,
shriveling like burned matchsticks,
and feel nothing.
See ribs pierce through skin
like broken umbrellas
and feel… justified.

Their belly swells, not with food,
but gas,
because starvation bloats the dead.

Their eyes sink,
their lips crack,
their cries go dry
until silence screams louder than bombs.

You must look at this and sip your coffee.
You must nod when a suit says “necessary.”

You must eat steak
while they chew air.
Lick sauce off your fingers
while they bleed from the gums.

You must call it “context.”
You must call it “complicated.”

And when their mother
screams beside the tiny corpse,
you must roll your eyes.
Call her “radical.”
Say she’s “used the baby as a shield.”

You must read think pieces.
Post a flag.
Watch a livestream
as a hospital burns,
and shrug.

You must become less than beast.
Even rats feed their young.
Even dogs howl for their pups.
You?
You quote policy
as toddlers convulse in rubble.

And when they piss themselves
in final spasms of malnourished death,
you must not flinch.
You must say “What about”
You must blame the mother.
Blame their skin.
Blame their god.

But never yourself.

To starve a baby
is not a thing done in heat,
it is cold,
clinical,
calculated.

It takes a man in a clean shirt
signing documents
while a child gnaws her own hand.

It takes a woman at a desk
tallying aid shipments
as infants collapse like shadows.

It takes millions
of silent, passive hands
holding the knife.

And when you say,
“We didn’t know,”
the bones will whisper back:
You did.
You watched.
You chose.

*Shared from People’s Words*
via Harry Paterson

Source: Unattributed. Taken from a 30 July 2025 Facebook post on this account. If and when I found out who wrote this, I’ll provide an update here. These photos are examples of Israel’s handiwork.

Posted by Amna A on LinkedIn.

Posted by Raoued Jebali on LinkedIn.

Infant Wateen Al-Nada was born into war, her father killed in an Israeli airstrike before she ever saw his face. Today, she suffers from hunger and severe malnutrition—while the starvation, the siege, and the assault on Gaza continue. And still, they lie—without shame—about the famine they say doesn’t exist.