A Gazan medical student in Egypt watches war devour his homeland while classmates dine at international chains that enable genocide.
Insects swarm in the unsanitary conditions of displacement and leave few unscathed from nightly bites and stings.
The world says and does little as Israel destroys Gaza’s health care system and denies our human right to medical treatment.
A young Gazan trains on the front line, witnessing and handling the casualties of war.
When my cousins visited Gaza for the first time with my aunt, our joyful reunion quickly turned into a nightmare as war broke out.
When IDF soldiers act outside the law, Palestinian first responders die without mercy.
The world chooses to kill the people of Gaza slowly and painfully, using the same weapon that keeps them alive: hope.
As I navigate the challenges of familial responsibility and educational aspirations, I obtain strength from others around me.
Living under flimsy tarps, family members sift flour for bugs, walk through sewage to fetch water, and wash clothes with frozen hands.
Young twins are consigned to a life of disability when the only specialist hospital in Gaza is destroyed.
After Obaida went missing, we heard that he was being held by Israel; now we long for his release.
My group friendship of four men was torn apart by the war, but the surviving three remain in touch.
