At the end of our street is al-Sahaba market. It is no longer somewhere to fetch food. It is now quiet and gray, a place where the people are often greeted with shelves as empty as their stomachs. Since 2 March, Israel has – with rare exceptions – not allowed aid and food goods to enter Gaza. Famine is once again haunting us. Every other day, my family gathers around a single pot of either plain lentils or clumped pasta. We only eat to survive. Seeing al-Sahaba market stirs my memory. Back in