War continues to claim lives in Gaza, through the collapse of damaged buildings as well as direct military action.
Officially appointed and experienced teachers struggle to find work, contribute their knowledge, and survive in Gaza.
Modest, handmade decorations throughout our tent camp created a joyous atmosphere and delivered the holiday experience to my young son.
Photographs fail to convey the anguish and burden that each heart bears.
He receives his math lesson in a space where students and displaced families are crowded together.
If Gaza lost all of its beautiful young and innocent children, women would make dozens more.
Listening to my students, I feel as though I am standing between their childhoods and the war, trying to help them build a bridge towards hope.
With Gaza’s Enforcement Department no longer functioning, men can avoid paying support and even take sons and daughters from their mothers.
Playing guitar for and with others became my therapy and my form of resistance.
Maybe in another life / you would have lost your tooth / instead of your eye.
Teaching English was more than just a career; it served as a stabilizing force in my otherwise hectic existence. That part of me is missing now.
After a year, the body of Santa is / still under the rubble along with / his bag of gifts and the list of names / of the children.
