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.
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.
