I tremble each time / a table of food / appears before me.

A birthday celebration for my sister is one modest example of how life endures among broken streets and destroyed structures.

From the moment they are born, Palestinians in Gaza wait for the inevitability of death.

I recognize the value of what we’ve lost and long to return to the difficult, unfair life we used to complain about.

For Israel, the food airdrop is not a humanitarian consideration. It is a means of control and humiliation.

It should not have been necessary for my brother to risk death at Gaza’s aid trucks to get food.

Interviews with survivors of “humanitarian” aid distribution reveal tragic stories.

Like more than a thousand others, my cousin Mustafa Mazen Mayt could not outrun the bullets as he ran for aid.

Widespread hunger in Gaza affects pets as well as people and leads to disturbing changes in behavior.

A young boy’s wishes on the blessed Day of Arafah speak not only for his family and friends but for everyone in Gaza amid war and famine.

In Netzarim, Khan Younis, and Rafah, the U.S.–Israeli run aid stations are not humanitarian, they are death traps.

When Israel targeted the main internet hub in the Gaza Strip, we were swallowed by silence and cut off from the world.