For wartime evacuees, the cold season is full of cruel experiences, unlike past winters fondly remembered.
Famine is a cruel strategy Israel has imposed on the Gaza Strip and one that aid organizations work to counteract.
The children of Gaza are not characters in “The Hunger Games” and this war is not intended to amuse you.
A family moves from home to a friend’s house, to a hospital, and back home again—but doesn’t feel safe anywhere.
Hair turning gray and other observations on how life has changed after more than 100 days of war.
Gazans without electricity or gas get creative so they can bake bread and heat water.
We are preparing for our forced emigration from Gaza to the Sinai Desert, or for our death. One or the other.
No one of us can comprehend how a real human could be so criminal and barbaric to do this to others.
Leaving Gaza saved my life, but now I live the agony of distance, and the stench of death reaches me even here.
A deafening explosion jolted us. The world collapsed around me. “Am I dead?” I asked Mohammed, clinging to his hand.
Who, among the peoples of the world, truly comprehends the Palestinian plight?
