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.
My beloved friend was deprived of her goal to serve Gaza as a nurse. Why, why?
My dream to become a prosthetics engineer has been delayed by Israel’s war on Gaza, but it has not been crushed.
At the hospital for treatment, Om Abdullah and her two daughters became trapped in Israel’s attack on the complex.
Two medical colleagues, my friends, were extraordinary professionals whose deaths create an overwhelming void.
For cancer and leukemia patients in Gaza, the war has taken away the hope that medical treatments used to offer.
My very sick child waits and waits for Israel to permit her to leave Gaza for the medical care she desperately needs.
Healthcare workers in Gaza fight against immense challenges to care for the injured.
