My dream to become a prosthetics engineer has been delayed by Israel’s war on Gaza, but it has not been crushed.
Diapers, soap, and sanitary pads are scarce and exorbitantly priced, robbing Gazans of the basic right to cleanliness.
A father, mother, brother are killed together, leaving behind grief, horror, and a disbelief that does not fade.
After the new year was beheaded last year / she decides to come back for this New Year’s Eve.
I have a passion for shelves and aisles. I love reading titles and the unique smell of books.
My family has been displaced four times, each time bringing us closer to death. What will happen next time?
Entries record a lost child, close escapes from death, home destructions, and other calamities of war.
Some witnesses confirm they saw him / distributing presents in Ahli hospital / before the bombs destroyed it.
Again, it is December / Second December / Without stars.
When my young son asks me about his aunt, I say that she was too good to live in this evil world.
Shaimaa has always seen life differently — beautifully — and focused on the positive, no matter the hardship.
My young cousins imagine a “City of Dreams” where there are no bombs, only fun and even boredom.
