He tried to sail a boat out of the Gaza harbor. He ended up in prison.
The Israelis think shooting the eyes of our journalists hides their actions.
Leaving Gaza is only the first hurdle in the journey away.
Life looks different when you can look down at the world.
As I tried to travel out of Gaza, I felt as if I was living the movie “The Terminal.”
Our lives are marked by tragedy, but our love for our land persists.
It’s hard for me to believe in dreams, but now I do.
Images like this one are seared into my brain.
I could no longer wait for change. So I set out to make it happen.
The Great Return March inspired me to dream of flying beyond the limits of borders.
Gazans spend our time by making light of stubborn crises that never go away.
I am a twisted tree trunk, my broken branches still reaching.
