I don’t know who you are. You and I have not met, and now never will.

One recent afternoon, something shocking could be seen on campus in downtown Gaza City: a girl meditating!

It was about three years before I finally gathered the courage to ask my mother to share the story of her visit to Gaza with my father.

The Palestinian spirit of struggling for what is rightfully ours will always remain.

Ameer touched so many lives, and mine was one of them. People in Gaza called him “the Palestinian Steven Hawking.”

In the war, like in every war, sadness prevails…

All of the refugee camps in Lebanon—first established in 1948 when Palestinians were driven from their land to make way for Israel—lack basic infrastructure and services.

Everywhere you turn your head, you see splashes of color. Vivid, bright colors that aren’t meant to mask the gray, but rather share its space.

Palestinians revere their mothers for the challenges they overcome every day. As a Palestinian, I believe I have a very great mother

It’s said that the “old will die and the young will forget.” Reality proves that wrong.

I want to show the world we are a people who love life: a people with a culture, traditions and hope.

When my parents taught me what they thought would become a foundational lesson, it never crossed their minds I would turn into a pretty good bargainer at the age of eight.