My future remains on hold while I wait for the Rafah border crossing to reopen.

I live between the silence of the present and the noise of the recent past.

In Turkey and Belgium, it’s a day like any other. Not so in the Gaza of my memories.

With Gaza’s Enforcement Department no longer functioning, men can avoid paying support and even take sons and daughters from their mothers.

Even though the bombs stopped on paper, life in Gaza remains a struggle for the basics of survival.

In the rest of the world, marrying means beginning a happy and secure new chapter. For Gazans, every month is a continuation of grief and instability.

A mobile app payment system is a strange contradiction to the primitive way we are still forced to live after the ‘ceasefire.’

My family refused to leave Gaza City until a terrifying new weapon forced us to evacuate.

A birthday celebration for my sister is one modest example of how life endures among broken streets and destroyed structures.

War has shaped our choices of career so we can rebuild Gaza.

From the moment they are born, Palestinians in Gaza wait for the inevitability of death.

Newton’s law states that energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed, but this law does not apply in Gaza.