Once again, we are back to asking ourselves all of the same questions: Should we stay or should we leave? Now or later?

‘I can still hear their cries when we left the house,’ says Mera. ‘I tried to hold them, to tell them everything would be fine — but I couldn’t believe…

The life of an exceptional student has been torn apart by siege, occupation, and war. God willing, inshallah, he will persevere.

Science requires dispassionate evaluation, but when observing blood cells under a microscope in my lab class in Zagazig, Egypt, I see images of the blood of Gaza.

The renowned meeting place became a shelter, was reduced to rubble, and then turned into a theater for tents. What next? We will rebuild it.

Oscillating between hope and despair, I fought to keep intact my dream of completing my Tawjihi exam and moving on to university.

The bombs took Malik away—his smile, his joy, his heart. Now, there’s just silence.

I had hoped a childhood fantasy would turn displacement into an outdoor adventure. It didn’t.

Interviews with survivors of “humanitarian” aid distribution reveal tragic stories.

‘Are you alive?’ The repeated, anxious messages from family and friends abroad pile up during internet shutdowns.

Genocide changes you; it breaks you and deforms you.

Professor Rami once promised us an important lesson in translation, but his death taught me a deeper one.