by Mohammed Moussa
The young people of Gaza have been disconnected from the outside world for decades.
by Basman Derawi
Hope is a bird stuck to my window, small and cold.
by Rana Shubair
Love and marriage in Palestine are unique in some respects, but what's most important is the same everywhere.
by Omnia Ghassan
A poem for those who try to keep us down: You build your wall around me, but your gates cannot hold ...
by Basman Derawi
With a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, he tells me my town is no longer mine.
by Pam Bailey
Our writers react to Trump's decision to declare Jerusalem the capital of Israel.
by Omnia Ghassan
"I desire a morning in Jerusalem." This is the dream of many young Palestinians.
by Mohammed Arafat
The cannon is not just a piece of metal laying in Gaza, but it is a part of a long and worthy history.
by Omnia Ghassan
With every step I took closer to the fence, it felt as if we were only meters away from death.
by Israa Suliman
Due to the regular Israeli incursions over the border, farmers such as Abu Mohammed lives lives of uncertainty ...
by Basman Derawi
A bird sings of love and longing, hoping that when the light at the end of the tunnel shines, it is ...
by Malak Mattar
The dove inside me still lives, faintly fluttering. Will it ever be able to fly?
by Basman Derawi
With every tear, laugh and smile, we decide which print we want to leave in the world.
by Haneen Abo Soad
My eyes see now; I can’t close them to the scene that is my life.
by Malak Mattar
I have wonderful memories of my grandma's house, but now it's empty.
by Mohammed Moussa
This is a poem bemoaning the suppression of love in Gaza and the rebirth that could be possible, if ...
by Basman Derawi
I am praying at his barrier. He keeps staring at me, holding his gun and his breath.
by Hanin Alyan Elholy
Hoping this reconciliation between Hamas and Fatah actually lasts, I imagine what one "ghost" of failed ...
by Ahmed Alnaouq
Tonight, we want only one thing: Just leave us and let us have a peaceful sleep.
by Mohammed Arafat
I looked at the woman's wrinkled face, and in it I read the history of Palestine.