The life of an exceptional student has been torn apart by siege, occupation, and war. God willing, inshallah, he will persevere.
I want to apply for scholarships to continue my education abroad, but will a master’s degree matter if I leave my disabled sister behind?
How will students in Gaza reach their dreams when the war has destroyed the educational infrastructure?
The renowned meeting place became a shelter, was reduced to rubble, and then turned into a theater for tents. What next? We will rebuild it.
The celebration in honor of my cousin was modest, but it created a large moment of joy and allowed us to momentarily forget the war.
Oscillating between hope and despair, I fought to keep intact my dream of completing my Tawjihi exam and moving on to university.
My accessory-making enterprise was disrupted by the war, but I found the will to restart it.
Stolen childhoods remain lost forever, and broken souls carry wounds that time cannot heal.
The bombs took Malik away—his smile, his joy, his heart. Now, there’s just silence.
Again and again, she leads me out of doubt’s abyss / showing me how to move in the dark.
Even being paralyzed has not dented Sarah’s determination to serve others by entering the medical profession.
The war broke my hand, but not my dreams for my career.
