I used to be young in spirit, health, and looks. Now I am none of these things—I am a mother praying for happiness and healing.
Living in Gaza means living in a constant state of fear, which took root with the first blast.
Limbs are precious treasures in Gaza, and the ability to walk can mean the difference between life and death.
When my cousins visited Gaza for the first time with my aunt, our joyful reunion quickly turned into a nightmare as war broke out.
As I navigate the challenges of familial responsibility and educational aspirations, I obtain strength from others around me.
Deadly odors, insects, mice, and mosquitoes proliferate as rubbish piles up in Gaza City.
Young twins are consigned to a life of disability when the only specialist hospital in Gaza is destroyed.
Entries record a lost child, close escapes from death, home destructions, and other calamities of war.
My very sick child waits and waits for Israel to permit her to leave Gaza for the medical care she desperately needs.
A young woman survives both a missile attack that killed family members and a weeks-long siege of her neighborhood.
My nephew Hamood looks beyond his amputation and other unrepaired injuries, and toward the day when he can play soccer again.
Healthcare workers in Gaza fight against immense challenges to care for the injured.
