If Gaza lost all of its beautiful young and innocent children, women would make dozens more.

Medicines in Gaza are still in short supply and expensive, due to ongoing restrictions imposed by the Israeli occupation on the entry of essential drugs.

In Gaza, peril surrounds pregnancy, birth, and infancy. Parents wonder how much longer their children will be denied the right to live in safety.

Between borders and uncertainty, we fight to live, learn, heal, and hope again.

Through my work as an ophthalmologist in Gaza, I have helped patients and also eased my own pain.

Medication and food shortages, a destroyed healthcare system, plus extreme stress, create the conditions for slow death by the “silent killer.”

I want to apply for scholarships to continue my education abroad, but will a master’s degree matter if I leave my disabled sister behind?

Science requires dispassionate evaluation, but when observing blood cells under a microscope in my lab class in Zagazig, Egypt, I see images of the blood of Gaza.

Even being paralyzed has not dented Sarah’s determination to serve others by entering the medical profession.

The war broke my hand, but not my dreams for my career.

Step into any one of Gaza’s crumbling hospitals to witness first-hand the scale of the unfolding health catastrophe.

My friend did not get to graduate, become a pharmacist, or complete her novel about life under siege.