Within hours of enjoying freshly baked ka’ak and maamoul, a child dies when Israel breaks the ceasefire.

When my cousins visited Gaza for the first time with my aunt, our joyful reunion quickly turned into a nightmare as war broke out.

Students whose education has been cut short by the war search for a purpose as their world collapses around them.

When IDF soldiers act outside the law, Palestinian first responders die without mercy.

The world chooses to kill the people of Gaza slowly and painfully, using the same weapon that keeps them alive: hope.

‘I changed my mind a million times. I tortured myself with the losses that each decision would force upon me.’

A large portion of our desperately needed income is going to waste because of the high payment traders charge for cash.

Umm Mohammad, a wife and mother of five sons, is all alone, engulfed in the grief of loss and longing.

When Ahmed was killed, I lost my cousin, my confidant, and my ‎constant companion. But Jasmin lost so much more.

Trapped in a cycle of conflict and starvation, young people in Gaza wait helplessly for their lives to resume.

In Gaza, death has scarred every surviving soul, yet we survive, as individuals, and as a nation.

As I navigate the challenges of familial responsibility and educational aspirations, I obtain strength from others around me.