
Making fire, and other daily rituals of survival
I choke from the smoke, my eyes sting to the point of tears, my hands are blackened and cracked: all for a hot drink or a plate of canned food.
- Gaza Strip
I choke from the smoke, my eyes sting to the point of tears, my hands are blackened and cracked: all for a hot drink or a plate of canned food.
Ambient Gaza is rebuilding Gaza in sound, through testimony, soundscapes, and music, to raise urgent support for Palestinians.
April 24 is the launch date for the European edition. The London launch celebration—a ticketed event open to the public—is May 6.
For the fourth year running, Eid came and went in Gaza without the traditional rituals, feasting, and celebrations.
Making and selling candles has helped my family survive.
In one small tote, I carry my homeland, my memories, and my identity. It is an unfinished journey.
I choke from the smoke, my eyes sting to the point of tears, my hands are blackened and cracked: all for a hot drink or a plate of canned food.
We never imagined the day would come when we’d eat a falafel meal with so much eagerness and longing.
Wael Al-Dahdouh was completely committed to his work, yet his equal commitment to his family forced him to make the hard decision to leave Gaza.
I wait on pins and needles for the rising of the sun / To know I am fine.
There’s no use in lamenting / no use in pointing fingers / at every soul that drifts by.
My love, why are you silent? / Are you truly never coming back?