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.

Movie events provide a spark of light and a screen of hope amid the trauma of displacement.

The largest neighborhood in Gaza City, once vibrant and beautiful, is now a ghost town.

Rama and I shared dreams, laughter, and bombs; she will never be just a number.

A high school student strives to continue her studies, despite continuing obstacles.

This year the celebration came with no feast, no laughter, no visits to relatives, and the loss of a loved one who made it special.