Earlier this week, a letter was circulating around the internet from a man named Thaer Halahleh. He had, at the time of its publication, been 75 days without food. The letter was written to his two-year-old daughter, Lamar, whom he had never met.

‘It is not your fault,’ he wrote. ‘this is our destiny as Palestinian people to have our lives and the lives of our children taken away from us, to be apart from each other and to have a miserable life, nothing is complete in our lives because of this unjust occupation that is lurking on every corner.’

Thaer Halahleh is one of between 1500 and 2000 prisoners in Israeli prisons who have been engaging in hunger strikes. Reports suggest most of the protesters are Palestinian. Halahleh and another man, Bilal Diab, have been fasting since 29 February to protest the injustice of being placed in administrative detention – arrested and locked up without charge or trial for months, sometimes years. The practice of administrative detention has its roots in the British Mandate of Palestine, allowing ‘evidence’ to be kept secret indefinitely from the detainee and their legal counsel, as well as the public, ostensibly for security reasons. Many of the prisoners are denied visitors, clean clothing and kept in solitary confinement.

Quite apart from the fact that political prisoners can be treated so unjustly, then refuse food for over two months and it doesn’t even make a dint in our local media, I find those figures difficult to process – not to believe, but to comprehend in a meaningful way. 2000 prisoners on hunger strike. Two thousand. 77 days for some of them, starving. In a way, such numbers are tricky – simultaneously easy and cruel. They encourage abstraction and personal disconnection. They suggest formulas and mechanics. They alienate and obscure the physical reality of suffering as it manifests for each individual.

Addameer reported earlier this week that Bilal, for example, was experiencing ‘frequent loss of consciousness and very low oxygen, haemoglobin and blood sugar levels. He is also suffering from hair loss, pain in his joints, and blood in his stool.’

When a person starves, their skin becomes sore and irritated. Infection sets in easily. Muscle atrophy means even the smallest movements hurt. Talking and swallowing require excessive effort and are often accompanied by further pain.

When Bilal was finally taken to the hospital to be treated, he was shackled by his wrists and ankles to the bed.

Perhaps it’s easier to dismiss, to ignore, to get on with everyday life by processing the effects of abuse and injustice in terms of numbers. Numbers encourage us to think about these things as far away, as not only removed from ourselves but removed, in a way, from the body – from physical sensation and the emotions inextricable from that. Politics as mechanics, politics as abstraction.

Yet a hunger strike is so visceral, so intimate. And, in a way, it’s a transformation – a wilful reclamation of the body from being a site of violation to a manifestation of resistance. That kind of courage, that kind of conviction, is as awe-inspiring as the kinds of acts to which it responds are cruel and abhorrent.

News reports are claiming the strike is over and a deal has been struck. What it will actually mean for the prisoners is unclear. But I keep thinking of that letter Halahleh wrote to his daughter. ‘The battle of freedom is the battle of going back to you,’ he said. Multiply that by 2000.