by Haneen Abo Soad
Most people in 'damn Gaza' are desperate to leave. But what does that mean for its future?
by Asmaa Tayeh
When I fall asleep while studying, my brain and my heart flee to another land.
by Ghada Ahmed
Loud explosions are common in Gaza, causing a rise in hearing impairment.
by Basman Derawi
They may rule my life, but our blood is the same.
by Fadi O. Al-Naji
Gaza has more than its fair share of disabled athletes and they are determined to keep competing.
by Leen Abu Said
To help youth, help the family. That's the philsophy of this Gaza NGO.
by Bashar Nabhan
I used to have to log in to play Battlefield II. Now it's real life.
by Ali Abusheikh
I used to stay home from protests. But the Great Return March brought everyone out in Gaza--including ...
by Basman Derawi
U.S. U.N. Ambassador Nikki Haley boasts about her lethal high heels. It's really her who is lethal.
by Mohammed Arafat
You know it’s hard times in Gaza when the best families can do is to buy secondhand Israeli clothes. ...
by Mohammed Arafat
Four newly graduated engineers in Gaza think harnessing the sea could fill a part of the electricity ...
by Hanin Alyan Elholy
I am certain of nothing except the inevitability of our freedom sooner or later.
by Mohammed Arafat
When you're desperate for money, you'll try to do business anywhere, including the dangerous border ...
by Haneen Abo Soad
When I go to the protests by the border, I stare at the fence and wonder.
by Dalia Alnajjar
Razan Alnajjar was my cousin. And I couldn't be more proud of her.
by Basman Derawi
The sound of Israeli drones is ever-present these days, occupying my brain.
by Rana Shubair
When Razan stood up to the Israeli snipers, my passion for writing seemed so insignificant to me.
by Al-Orjwan Shurrab
When I heard the news of Razan's murder, my life stopped. Here is what she meant to me and to Gaza.
by Asmaa Tayeh
I want to love Gaza; instead, too many times I find myself screaming, "I hate it!"
by Al-Orjwan Shurrab
Ramadan feels totally different this year from the happy memories of my childhood. We're losing the ...