Harsh weather, inadequate shelter, and ongoing attacks create a dire situation that threatens our very survival.
I imagine our house under the wing of a dragon with all its warmth / Even if all that surrounds us is a tent.
Three children, three stories of childhood robbed.
The Omar Al-Mokhtar Street market is not the one we knew before the war; now it is a mirror reflecting our souls.
This heinous war has affected pets like my cat just as painfully and negatively as it has affected Palestinians.
I look at the sky and say / A year without you is a lifetime.
Our children don’t imagine monsters once a year on Halloween — they face them in real life, every day.
I stand at the edge of life / thin, like a knife / swinging between / present and past.
Families driven from their homes in the north were promised safe passage to the south; they were sent into a nightmare.
Trying to say / what “was” and “is” is so hard.
A young girl fights against the challenges of war to help her widowed mother and care for three younger siblings.
I’m a whisper caught in the city’s breath / An echo trapped in the screams of death.
