
My work travels. I don’t.
The only market that recognizes my journalism and translation skills exists somewhere I cannot go.
- Gaza Strip

The only market that recognizes my journalism and translation skills exists somewhere I cannot go.

Though his own factory was destroyed, he carries on in the goldsmithing trade as a valued mentor.

Injured and twice left for death, Mohammed Nasir focuses on life.

Every time I try to grasp the idea that he won’t return, I feel a burning pain, like trying to stare directly into the sun.

Daily travel is a real struggle, but free rides from strangers remind me it is possible to overcome obstacles and retain hope.

How can an entire city become ‘past’? How can it be written so simply, as if it had never been a living place, filled with people?

Rodents are contaminating food supplies, spreading disease, and keeping people awake at night in fear of what might be hiding nearby.

War continues to claim lives in Gaza, through the collapse of damaged buildings as well as direct military action.

Murals painted by artists on the ruins in Gaza memorialize martyrs, document events, protest the genocide, and proclaim the people’s love of life.

A medical referral for treatment abroad offers only dark uncertainty, since just a small percentage of cancer patients have been able to leave Gaza.

Modest, handmade decorations throughout our tent camp created a joyous atmosphere and delivered the holiday experience to my young son.

Photographs fail to convey the anguish and burden that each heart bears.