A young woman enjoys only a fleeting marriage before the war destroys her and the happiness of her family.
Meeting my two best friends after wartime separation, I wondered: Had the horrors of war changed our friendship?
My friendship with an American living near the U.S. wildfires propels my advocacy for humanism over vengeful thinking.
My beloved friend was deprived of her goal to serve Gaza as a nurse. Why, why?
Although her loss still fills me with deep sorrow, I find peace in knowing she is in a place where no harm can ever reach her.
Tasneem couldn’t understand why, in the play “Hamlet,” Ophelia had to die. I don’t understand why Tasneem had to die.
‘Maybe if you were still alive, we would have a small party at our favorite park, celebrating your 19th birthday.’
Knowing where you are now / hearing of what your life is now /… / I reconsider the shape of my hope.
Why should a story about flowers be this sad?
I offer this testimony to genocide’s savagery and tribute to my friend’s humanity.
The clarity and beauty of the sky resemble the innocence of my friend’s heart.
Two friends take on the challenge of starting a business while studying for the Tawjihi. Then war intervenes.
