The Price of One Bag of Flour
This is the story of a family destroyed by hunger, violence, and the impossible choices forced on civilians.
This family is personal for me. I have been donating to Sejood for a long time, back when her husband Mohamed was still alive. I didn’t know them before Israel bombed their home. By the time I met them, their house was already destroyed and they were living inside the broken remains because they had nowhere else to go.
Mohamed was killed at one of the “Christian” GHF aid centers. He went there because his children were dying from starvation. Everyone in Gaza knows the danger of approaching aid points. People have been shot just for trying to reach food. He had no choice. On July 23, 2025, he went to try to bring back one bag of flour. He was killed.
A man died because he wanted to feed his family. That is the truth of this story.
Now all of that responsibility sits on Sejood’s shoulders. She never had the chance to grieve her husband. No one in Gaza gets that time. Survival doesn’t pause for grief. Every hour is about keeping her children alive, finding food, finding medicine, finding clean water, and trying to protect them inside a home that no longer exists.
Her four‑year‑old son, Yamen, has a serious leg condition and wears heavy metal braces. She carries him everywhere because they cannot afford a wheelchair. The cost for that wheelchair is $1k, an impossible amount in a place where a bag of flour is $30. Her baby, Sanad, is one year old and needs regular medication. Both children have perforated eardrums from explosions landing too close to them. They are sick often. Food is never guaranteed.
Sejood is a very humble person. She never asks for the sake of asking. She doesn’t use her grief to manipulate and get donations. She only requests when she has no choice and no where to turn.
What she urgently needs right now:
A wheelchair for Yamen so she no longer has to carry him on her back
Basic food and a few days of breathing room
Medication and diapers for the baby
I am hoping that through this community, we can raise at least $1500 for her. One thousand will go toward the wheelchair. The remaining $500 will give her a small window of relief to buy food and medicine for her children.
The GHF centers were American‑funded. Whether we wanted it or not, every American was made complicit in the conditions that forced Mohamed to risk his life for food. The least we can do is shoulder a piece of the suffering that families like Sejood’s are carrying alone.
If you cannot donate, please share her story. Share it with your friends, your community, your church, your mosque, your workplace. Share it outside of Substack. Every share helps. Every conversation helps. Every dollar helps.
I am hoping this community can come together and help this mother who lost her husband simply because he tried to feed his family. I hope we can raise enough for at least a wheelchair and a few meals for Sejood and her babies. I hope we can act now.
You can contact Sejood directly through her Twitter account: Sejood165Sejood






I don't have a job, and I'm not American or Israeli, but I have made a small donation because Everyone in Gaza needs the world to step up. We all know the rich and powerful won't.
Keep in mind, the GHF was funded by the US and Israel. Both of those countries should have be drastically altered and neutralized.