The kite logo embodies the aspirations, dreams, and determination of WANN writers.

Omar Fares Abu Shawish was one of the first civilians killed on Oct. 7, struck as he jogged along the Nuseirat beach.

But whatever you do / do not look up at the sky / That gray sky with its black clouds.

The season of dreamers and poets, of hot chocolate and dark rich colors, has lost the joy it used to bring.

Israel’s war on Gaza interrupted my university studies; it prevented my brother from achieving his high school diploma.

He was brimming with talent and aiming for an overseas scholarship when an Israeli missile killed him one year ago. 

‘Perhaps Mahmoud couldn’t bear life without his brother, but how can we bear the loss of them both?’

‘Maybe if you were still alive, we would have a small party at our favorite park, celebrating your 19th birthday.’

Once upon a time / In a land not so far / A people lived in peace / How pure they truly are!

Invincible in his tank, the soldier aimed at any living thing. We survived and despite everything, cling to the possibility of hope.

Hush! Listen closely! Can you hear someone’s last breath / Can you hear it? Can you feel it? / Can you imagine it?

I want to fly to my brother, to my father, to my sister, who have all been separated from me by Israel’s war on Gaza.