For four years—through siege, escalation, and genocide—self-made pastry chef Dima Al-Bahisi has shared cakes and happiness with others.
Living in Gaza means living in a constant state of fear, which took root with the first blast.
More than 20,000 children have been deliberately targeted and murdered in Gaza since the war began.
The children in my kindergarten class are deprived of their most basic rights, even on the special day reserved for them.
Within hours of enjoying freshly baked ka’ak and maamoul, a child dies when Israel breaks the ceasefire.
A 10-year old suffers multiple displacements, the loss of family members, separation from his father—and worse.
Deadly odors, insects, mice, and mosquitoes proliferate as rubbish piles up in Gaza City.
Children in Gaza are stripped of their most basic human rights, facing the threat of death if not from bombing then from hunger.
Pretend food made of sand, drawings of martyred relatives, and games played on rubble reflect the wartime reality.
Young twins are consigned to a life of disability when the only specialist hospital in Gaza is destroyed.
Numbness, nightmares, and minds stuck in survival mode: Genocide survivors deal with the psychological aftermath of war.
Overpriced diapers, infant formula, and ointments in the Gaza Strip created miserable conditions for the little ones.
