Student Voices
Hello everybody , My name is Lujin Adel al-Mesri from Pakistan International School DOHA / QATAR. I like to read books and sing. I like to help people through this project and iEARN.

I have been contributing in this project since a year. It has been an amazing experience and now my friends and I are taking it to the next step by becoming student ambassadors! Through this we will be able to help all of you new ones and everyone in general.

Basically the finding solutions to hunger project talks about the root causes of hunger, from unequal distribution of food to natural causes. Not that only, here we discuss our contributions to solve hungers in our own way based on our area. In the past year we made presentations , fundraising activities , meal projects and other things to tell the people around us WHAT IS HUNGER . hunger is more than just a word or an issue. It’s the main cause of death around the world.

Everyone, you are more than welcome to join us in this project. We are all one family around the world. We must put our hands together for a better future.

Finding Solutions to Hunger

Hunger: The Global Murderer Lujin Adel Al-Mesri

1) We all are blessed with a good life

We have a lot of food to eat
But what about that husband and wife whose home is the street?

2) We have a lot and more and more We eat more than we can take

But that man, oh with a broken core! Can’t you give something for his sake ?

3) You sleep happy and wake up happy

And get ready to hit the hay
But what about those whose lives are crappy Whom hunger kills everyday?

4) All of you open your eyes and look around you Please, there isn’t much time

There’s so much which you can do.
Stop hunger, stop this crime.

The Great Tablecloth
by Pablo Neruda

When they were called to the table,
the tyrants came rushing
with their temporary ladies;
it was fine to watch the women pass
like wasps with big bosoms
followed by those pale
and unfortunate public tigers.
The peasant in the field ate
his poor quota of bread,
he was alone, it was late,
he was surrounded by wheat,
but he had no more bread;
he ate it with grim teeth,
looking at it with hard eyes.
In the blue hour of eating,
the infinite hour of the roast,
the poet abandons his lyre,
takes up his knife and fork,
puts his glass on the table,
and the fishermen attend
the little sea of the soup bowl.
Burning potatoes protest
among the tongues of oil.
The lamb is gold on its coals
and the onion undresses.
It is sad to eat in dinner clothes,
like eating in a coffin,
but eating in convents
is like eating underground.
Eating alone is a disappointment,
but not eating matters more,
is hollow and green, has thorns
like a chain of fish hooks
trailing from the heart,
clawing at your insides.
Hunger feels like pincers,
like the bite of crabs,
it burns, burns and has no fire
Hunger is a cold fire.
Let us sit down soon to eat
with all those who haven’t eaten;
let us spread great tablecloths,
put salt in the lakes of the world,
set up planetary bakeries,
tables with strawberries in snow,
and a plate like the moon itself
from which we can all eat.
For now I ask no more
than the justice of eating.

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