
From home to displacement: a Palestinian mother’s testimony
We used to wake up to birdsong, not to the roar of warplanes and their merciless bombing with no end.
Amal Abu Marahil
- Gaza Strip

We used to wake up to birdsong, not to the roar of warplanes and their merciless bombing with no end.

The children of Gaza are forced too soon to be adults, but they still carve out time to play joyfully.

In a warless land a budding student / is honored today. His first epic poem / has won.