
One year later: a flower grows from wreckage
One year later, and I am still in the same spot; it feels like I have not progressed an inch in my effort to overcome the tragedy that hit like a hurricane
- Gaza Strip
One year later, and I am still in the same spot; it feels like I have not progressed an inch in my effort to overcome the tragedy that hit like a hurricane
With a keyboard organ an out-of-reach dream, this Gaza boy finds other ways to make music
You know you’re in trouble when memories of your past turn into nightmares—and flashbacks when you’re awake.
In these days, all that I am trying to do is not remember the war.
Despite conditions that would defeat most ordinary people, this 13-year-old is compelling artists outside of Gaza to take notice.
It is the day of Eid; it was another day of war. It is a time to celebrate; it was a time to die. This year’s celebration keeps getting entangled with memories of last year’s wartime Eid.
War is so much more than numbers.
Who would have guessed that despite Ahmed’s penchant for lame jokes, he is hiding so much suffering?
Feeling safe is like a fanciful dream in Gaza. This might sound odd, and impossible for anyone else to understand, but for those of us who live in Gaza, it has become perfectly natural.
Gaza City has no rules. The only rule we have to which all people are committed is the no-rule rule.
My grandma finally got to visit Jerusalem…Will I have to wait until I’m 60?
Can acting out your wishes make them come true? This actor hopes so