Palestinian poet inspired by grief
My Daughter, I saw you within the eyes of oranges, I met you in my dreams, you spread your perfume...
My Daughter, I saw you within the eyes of oranges, I met you in my dreams, you spread your perfume...
Imagine if your life was merely dough in the hands of someone else.
If you one of les misérables, would you give up the fight or revolt?
Despite the stress, we can still see beauty in Palestine.
COVID-19 must not shift attention away from the occupation.
Ghada sees singing not as a ticket to fame, but to home in the "ruins."
I grew up in the UAE and used to fear Gaza. But now Gaza is my life. I am...
When my friends asked me to go with them to the Great Return March, I had no idea what...
I used to stay home from protests. But the Great Return March brought everyone out in Gaza--including me.
When I heard the news of Razan's murder, my life stopped. Here is what she meant to me and...