Living under flimsy tarps, family members sift flour for bugs, walk through sewage to fetch water, and wash clothes with frozen hands.
These words were written six years ago, but they are just as valid today. Gaza lives, and Gaza will rise again.
Even when we Gazans are no longer experiencing war, it continues to live in us.
Repeated Israeli aggressions take a terrible toll on the mental health of Gazan children.
A student enjoys life beyond Israel’s open-air prison.
A family in Gaza sought to bring their sick grandmother home from war-torn Ukraine.
I was very young when I learned that, in my home in Gaza, bombs also fall from the sky.
A bombing of Gaza took down the house of an older woman I knew, and it almost took me down, too. But I’m still here!
Overcoming the lack of equipment in Gaza, Yasser succeded in making a prototype to move the hand elatically.
We tell our stories to raise awareness of the ceaseless violence against Palestinians.
“I don’t know if killing innocent civilians were intentional, but I do know that killing joy in Gaza is.”
We rebuilt our shattered home, but I knew I would never feel safe there again.
