There is no such thing as a safe place in Gaza. Everyone and everything is targeted.
Helplessness, unworthiness, powerlessness: Feelings that come when outside Gaza but with siblings trapped inside.
After Israel’s May 2023 war in Gaza ended, the world moved on. But for people here, the terrible memories linger.
An Israeli bombardment thwarted our hopes for a larger family.
I spent my early childhood in Abu Dhabi, but it was only when I returned to my parents’ birthplace that I felt at home.
On Fridays in Gaza, the lovely sounds of family mealtime compete with the buzzing of Israeli drones.
Israel’s repeated bombings of Gaza make me wonder if I will live long enough to see my beloved relatives again.
It was a beautiful sunny day when my dad and I joined the al-Agha annual family celebration that has been a tradition for more than 25 years.
The day my dad died was the darkest of my life. I lost my strength, I lost my life. But now I am working to make him proud, and save my country.
I dreamt of creating my own family even before I understood what marriage was.
There will be no permanent peace until we are free.
One of the feelings that scares me the most is “nothingness.”
