Friday is here.
For most of the world, it’ll pass like any other day.
But for Gaza’s children. For the orphans who’ve forgotten what full feels like.
Friday could mean something different.
Because this Friday isn’t just another day.
It’s a day that has to mean more than words.
Yesterday, the world celebrated World Food Day.
Leaders spoke.
Brands posted.
People shared recipes and promises to “end hunger.”
But in Gaza? Hunger isn’t a challenge. It’s a weapon.
Every bakery is rubble.
Every truck of aid turned back.
Every meal a miracle that rarely comes.
And the ones paying for it are the smallest among them.
I saw a video that won’t leave me.
Two sisters. maybe two, three years old sitting where their house used to be.
Between them, one bottle of milk.
Half-empty. Warm from the sun.
She took a sip, then passed it to her sister.
Back and forth. Until it was gone.
No fighting. No sound.
Just shaking the bottle hoping something might fall out.
As if they already know what the world forgot:
that love sometimes means starving together.
Their parents. Their home. Gone.
Only each other and hunger that won’t stop.
While somewhere far away,
the world celebrated World Food Day.
That’s why Friday matters.
Because Friday isn’t a day to post. It’s a day to do.
While the world scrolls past their suffering,
Friday can feed them. While politicians talk,
Friday can reach them. While the world forgets,
This Friday, we’ll feed children like those sisters.
Children who haven’t tasted a meal in days.
A plate of food. A bottle that isn’t empty.
A child who sleeps with a full stomach.
That’s what Friday can give.
Because love alone can’t fill their hunger.
But your mercy can.
Let’s make this Friday the Day of Giving and the day mercy wins.
For the orphans who share what doesn’t exist,
Hafsa
