“Refuge” proves elusive in Gaza, where avoiding danger means facing it head on.

The way to endure life is to wear a fake smile and convince yourself that this is just a nightmare.

An improvised birthday party for five-year-old Farah creates an oasis of hope amid despair.

Our homes and dreams are shattered, we are left with our lives in fragments, and we hang by a thread to hope.

On the holiday that celebrates love, Ghada left her family, leaving behind only her blood on the bedroom carpet.

We Palestinians are famous for our delicious food. But now the aroma of food has faded and been replaced by death.

The hardest part of the evacuation is when you close the door behind you; that’s when you start to worry about what is ahead.

A graduate student in Denmark worries constantly about his family back in Gaza and the unfairness of it all.

Death is closer every day. Nowhere is safe. We are grateful to live just this moment.

My mind is tormented: How can I lead a normal life, how can I celebrate, when everyone in Gaza is suffering?

She will spend time again / with her family without seeing the shadow / of their death reflected on the curtains.

My body lives in Turkey, but my mind is in Gaza with my family.