A Plate That Brought Back Dignity
Among the sea of outstretched hands in Gaza, an old man stood quietly, holding a plastic bowl close to his chest. He wasn’t begging — he was waiting with patience, pride still shining in his tired eyes. Once a teacher, war had taken his home, his books, his school — but not his dignity.
That day, when our volunteers handed him a warm plate of rice and meat, he didn’t just receive food. He received acknowledgment, care, and a moment of respect in a life overwhelmed by loss. He looked into the eyes of the volunteer, whispered "Shukran" (thank you), and turned away — not defeated, but seen.
Around him, children received their meals with joy, women smiled as they filled their bowls — one plate at a time, hope was being served.
