Those who survive the genocide will return to houses that have been reduced to rubble, and yet the city will remain alive in its people.

Once a place of triumph and hope, the Al-Nasr neighborhood turned into a living hell overnight.

Exiled from his homeland, overworked, and burdened by debt, my nephew Ahmed dreamed of reuniting his family and a better life for his children.

I recognize the value of what we’ve lost and long to return to the difficult, unfair life we used to complain about.

One woman’s passion has become a source of healing for many.

It should not have been necessary for my brother to risk death at Gaza’s aid trucks to get food.

We came to Egypt fleeing death, but in exile suffering continues to chase us and we face an uncertain future.

Even as I am overwhelmed by this war, I still long to hope, to bring happiness to others, and to make things a little more normal.

The war broke my hand, but not my dreams for my career.

After our house was destroyed, I transformed our shelter tent into a classroom to teach children who had been deprived of education.

Widespread hunger in Gaza affects pets as well as people and leads to disturbing changes in behavior.

Step into any one of Gaza’s crumbling hospitals to witness first-hand the scale of the unfolding health catastrophe.