Our shared passion is to raise awareness about the suffering of Palestinian prisoners and to be steadfast in standing up for what is right.
Best friends for nine years, they studied, dreamed, rejoiced, and wept together—until Israel stole Amal from Nada.
He lives on in my memories of our literary debates, the smell of shakshuka, and my sorrow for his unfulfilled ambitions.
In the back of my mind / the year is different / I still live in my garden.
War steals everything, but nothing prepared me for the moment I lost Batoul and her family.
Three friends meet at the beach and wonder whether their dreams will ever be realized.
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.
