Growing up as a Palestinian meant that falafel was on my table for breakfast, dinner and sometimes even lunch.

Despite Israel’s attempts at suppression, Gazans celebrate their culture.

We rant at Gaza until we leave, and then we miss it.

Guilt is what I feel as I write these words in the comfort of my student apartment in the United States.

The cannon is not just a piece of metal laying in Gaza, but it is a part of a long and worthy history.

The comfort of sweets can carry you over the rough spots, and in Gaza, the best are at the Honey Bee.