People have adapted using improvised tools, repaired household items, and makeshift solutions to ordinary routines.
War continues to claim lives in Gaza, through the collapse of damaged buildings as well as direct military action.
Communities find strength as prayers rise from Gaza City’s tent mosques.
A single door separates the calm world of a café from the struggle for survival in tents outside.
After the ceasefire, I returned to a city of ruins, but I found our old school building still standing!
On my third trip to the city, everything felt different—strange, suffocating, and heavy.
A mobile app payment system is a strange contradiction to the primitive way we are still forced to live after the ‘ceasefire.’
From the balcony of our home, we now look out at bombed buildings, a pool of sewage water, and dark clouds of pollution hovering over a lifeless sea.
My family refused to leave Gaza City until a terrifying new weapon forced us to evacuate.
Alone / I walk among the rubble of what was once our neighborhood / past the graves of memories and loved ones.
War has shaped our choices of career so we can rebuild Gaza.
Those who survive the genocide will return to houses that have been reduced to rubble, and yet the city will remain alive in its people.
