In a makeshift tent on a Gazan beach, 3-month-old Muntaha¡¯s grandmother grinds up chickpeas into the tiniest granules she can to form a paste to feed the infant, knowing it will cause her to cry in pain, in a desperate race to keep the baby from starving.

¡°If the baby could speak, she would scream at us, asking what we are putting into her stomach,¡± her aunt Abir Hamouda said.

Muntaha grimaced and squirmed as her grandmother fed her the paste with a syringe.