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)

Rest in peace, Taha Fouad Almadhoun.

He was just killed in Gaza.

Taha wasn’t carrying a weapon.

He carried hope—wrapped in aid parcels, driven through ruins, past shelling and checkpoints.

He moved food to the hungry.

He moved light into the dark.

He didn’t loot.

He didn’t shoot.

He volunteered.

But that was enough.

Israel had other plans.

They didn’t just kill Taha.

They erased a man who stood in the way of starvation—who tried to stop the looting of aid, who insisted food reach the people, not the black market.

So they dropped a bomb on him—and his team.

They killed the men who were trying to stop the theft, because the chaos serves them better.

Taha tried to deliver bread.

They delivered fire.

Now he’s gone.

And the families he fed will sleep cold and hungry again tonight.

This is what happens in Gaza when you choose life over fear.

When you dare to feed your people instead of watching them waste away.

You get targeted. You get killed.

Say his name.

Taha Fouad Almadhoun.

Twenty-seven years old.

A Palestinian who believed food should go to the hungry.

A volunteer who stood between survival and despair.

And for that, he was taken.

So the looting could continue.

So the siege could tighten.

So the silence could hold.

He chose decency.

They chose to kill him. Tell the world.

This is a social media post by Hani Almadhoun, Senior Director of Philanthropy at UNRWA USA and co-founder of the Gaza Soup Kitchen.

Say his name. Taha Fouad Almadhoun.

Please donate to support the lifesaving work of the Gaza Soup Kitchen.

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