A young baker delivers moments of joy and connection to the besieged people of Gaza.
Restrictions on tobacco imports are forcing smokers to make hard choices and suffer from nicotine withdrawal.
Rodents are contaminating food supplies, spreading disease, and keeping people awake at night in fear of what might be hiding nearby.
My meal at Ayloul Palestinian Restaurant transported me back to Gaza, when I used to gather with cousins around a large plate of my grandmother’s maftoul.
I left Gaza to become a doctor, but it is taking a huge emotional toll.
In Turkey and Belgium, it’s a day like any other. Not so in the Gaza of my memories.
After so long, people are finally sleeping without the sound of bombing. People walk at night. Families sit outside.
During the war, the day of communal worship became just like any other day. No mosque, no lunch, no gathering, not even a sense of time.
There is no more strawberry crops, no more Strawberry City. Israel has completely destroyed them.
My mother screamed with joy, my father said “Alhamdulillah,” and we children clapped and danced for the sake of a single small cylinder.
Newton’s law states that energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed, but this law does not apply in Gaza.
Between hunger and suffering, a furious rage was born / It scorched my soul, burning through every part of my being.
