Scarred / I never chose / a fate etched in the stones of Al-Shati / or a history written in bullets / bombs and blockades.

Gaza treats me badly, but it has been wronged as well — hurt, abused, destroyed, exploited, neglected for decades.

People continue to find meaning and solace at the beaches even though they are now crowded with tents and garbage.

The sea in Gaza once glistened as if barrels of marine-blue glitter had been poured over its surface. Not now.

The shoreline has changed, the city has disappeared, and our future is hard to fathom.

They said that the sea has been in mourning /  Since he sensed the blood of a martyred boy on his waves.

Despite the limitations of the occupation, many Gazans have found a sense of freedom by jumping into the ocean.

I wake up with anticipation. A day at the sea is always special.

Four newly graduated engineers in Gaza think harnessing the sea could fill a part of the electricity gap.

The Gaza sea has always been my escape, an oasis of beauty. But one day I realized it, too, has its limits.

Gaza is home to hundreds of unsung heroes. Among them are the fishermen who sail out every day and risk their lives.