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Tag: Israel aggression on Gaza (2023-2024)

Boy with amputated leg, with doctor in medical facility.

He lost his leg but not his dreams

My nephew Hamood looks beyond his amputation and other unrepaired injuries, and toward the day when he can play soccer again.
Yusuf El-Mobayed
    Sunrise over Gaza City.

    Still resisting

    The sun rises over Gaza / piercing another suffocating night / after the atrocities of an endless siege. 
    Huda Skaik
      Van Gogh's background from hiis painting "Starry Night" with a hand rising out of the rubble in the foreground.

      Unveiling hypocrisy: divine retribution

      When divine justice / finally rings its bell / Will political cloaks / fend off hell?
      Genista Azmi
      • Gaza Strip
      A blue tent in muddy surroundings.

      Life in a displacement camp

      Hadeel has been forced to move multiple times, each time to a new camp, new tent, and new neighbors she does not know.
      Hadeel Awad

        Innocent victims, killed and buried without farewell

        ‘Perhaps Mahmoud couldn’t bear life without his brother, but how can we bear the loss of them both?’
        Refaat Ibrahim
          Two children sitting on a front stoop.

          ‘I am flung into dreams as my only solace’

          Dreamwork has offered a little relief, but the dreams of the conscious mind are loaded with debris and uncertainty.
          Khalid Dader
            A plate of maftoul, a chicken and rice casserole.

            My mother’s kitchen

            Her ‘laboratory of joy’ unites our family despite genocide and displacement.
            Esraa Elbanna
              A said girl with three doves flying around her and fires in the background.

              Had not this year gone by

              Had not this year gone by, I’d never know / That three hundred sixty-five days unfold / In ink-black shadows.
              Jumana Taiseer Mughari
                Olives on the branch of the tree.

                I was in love with October

                In Octobers, /  the summer said farewell. / A shivering cold stood at the door.
                Basman Derawi
                  Boy in front of burned tent.

                  The Israeli strike that set tents of displaced families in Gaza aflame

                  For many, the attack on Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital left both the living and the dead beyond recognition.
                  Mohammed Rafik
                    Four sisters.

                    My sister decides not to give in to the loss

                    Malak was devastated by the war’s interruption of her education but now looks toward new opportunities.
                    Aya Al-Hattab
                    • Gaza Strip
                    Bombs, destroyed buildings, and bodies floating into the air.

                    Enough for me!

                    Enough for me / to see my friends in / Pieces.
                    Donya Abu Sitta