Even after so many wars on Gaza, the residents never become accustomed to them.

My family will replace the trees destroyed by Israeli missiles, but we cannot reclaim the years spent nurturing them.

This place, where a wall can burst in, a table fly and spin, glass shatter faster than a flinch?

I met my former teacher on the street, and wanted to cry when I heard his tragic news. But he also had a surprise for me.

During the war, I found solace in friendship.

The streets are not quiet for long.