The computer was very useful for taking exams, attending online lectures, and downloading materials, but it was less important than paying tuition.
Gaza City’s great buildings have been turned into ruins, but I keep them alive in a memory of a tour my family took just before the war.
My two childhood companions were martyred within a day of each other. Where is humanity? Where is global conscience?
In 1948, my grandfather fled with only a bag of clothes. Last year he fled again—paralyzed, in a wheelchair, and carried aloft by his family.
My mother screamed with joy, my father said “Alhamdulillah,” and we children clapped and danced for the sake of a single small cylinder.
I used to love cold, wet weather. Now it destroys everything I love and brings only distress.
On my third trip to the city, everything felt different—strange, suffocating, and heavy.
In his successful electoral campaign, the mayor-elect of New York City was not afraid to talk about what is really happening in Palestine.
Lamia Hatem, who founded the first school for the children of martyrs in Gaza, is both mother and teacher to her students.
A mobile app payment system is a strange contradiction to the primitive way we are still forced to live after the ‘ceasefire.’
In the midst of ceasefire violations, there is no space to recover.
‘I can still hear their cries when we left the house,’ says Mera. ‘I tried to hold them, to tell them everything would be fine — but I couldn’t believe it myself.’
