by Ahmed Elqattawi
My voice allows me to travel the globe without servitude, for I am the voice of the voiceless.
by Enas Fares Ghannam
I was born blind, but that was ok, for everyone my age was born blind too.
by Nada Hammad
I don't know who you are. You and I have not met, and now never will.
by Riham El Naji
I was afraid to enter this place where dead people rest. But I found comfort there.
by Saja Elkhaldi
One recent afternoon, something shocking could be seen on campus in downtown Gaza City: a girl meditating!
by Shrouq Aila
My little sister is happily counting the stars. I think back to another time when my little sister counted, but it wasn’t stars.
by Doaa Mohaisen
'I wasn't a clever girl, but I wanted to learn,' says Samah. Now, each craft she makes whispers the joy she feels in her creation.
by Salsabeel Zeineddin
There may be strife between religions elsewhere, but in Gaza, music unites Christians and Muslims.
by Ghada Ahmed
I love English, but in Arabic, there are so many more ways to communicate nuance.
by Saleh Orouq
The media never focuses on the social cooperation so common between Palestinians, especially in Gaza. Here is one story.
by Noura Al-Ashi
They’re happy despite the hardship of their lives. They’re happy even as they shoulder the pain of past assaults and sealed borders. They’re happy because they refuse to give up.
by Asmaa Elkhaldi
It's Christmas time in Gaza, and Christians are busily preparing. But it's a special time for Muslims too.
by Nisreen Al-Khatib
A true fisher is like a fish. If you take her away from the sea, you're taking her life out of her body.
by Said Al-Yacoubi
Ameer touched so many lives, and mine was one of them. People in Gaza called him “the Palestinian Steven Hawking.”
by Khaled Al-Ostath
I yearn to have a decent library in Gaza and for a good environment in which to read. Is this too much to hope?
by Mahmoud Khalaf
I had seen many news reports about innocent people forced to evacuate their homes, but I never thought I would be one of them.
by Hana Salah
Um Mohammed believes her son, like many fallen Palestinians, is hidden by Israel in its Tomb of Numbers
by Enas Fares Ghannam
The so-called ISIS may speak our language and wear our clothes, or even pray the same way we do, but this doesn’t make them representative of Muslims.
by Ismail Abu Aitah
Nothing stops true artists from creating, even when basic supplies are nowhere to be found.