by Khaled Al-Ostath
Home is not where you are from; it is where one belongs.
by Khaled Al-Ostath
I have left Gaza, but my demons followed.
by Khaled Al-Ostath
Traveling out of Gaza was my dream, but reality was different.
by Khaled Al-Ostath
Sleeping can be like a kind of dying.
by Malak Mattar
We must believe the most during the darkest hours.
by Malak Mattar
Home for Palestinians is not just a house.
by Dalia Alnajjar
Razan Alnajjar was my cousin. And I couldn't be more proud of her.
by Malak Mattar
This painting is of Ahed Tamimi, but it is dedicated to all who are imprisoned with her.
by Malak Mattar
The dove inside me still lives, faintly fluttering. Will it ever be able to fly?
by Malak Mattar
I have wonderful memories of my grandma's house, but now it's empty.
by Eman Abunada
Who denies the right of a daughter to see her ailing parents?
by Malak Mattar
In Gaza, the desire to travel has become a burn in our stomachs and a pain in our hearts.
by Eman Abunada
The first time I walked into the school of 80+ refugee children, I expected to find them traumatized ...
by Khaled Al-Ostath
The comfort of sweets can carry you over the rough spots, and in Gaza, the best are at the Honey Bee.
by Malak Mattar
A tribute to all Palestinian mothers, on Mother's Day.
by Malak Mattar
Suffering begets a wisdom of its own, if only world leaders would tap into it.
by Malak Mattar
We may not have electricity in Gaza, but we have an inner light--if we are allowed to shine.
