
The room where the street couldn’t find us
When the city around us was under siege, my friends and I would escape into a video world.
- Gaza Strip

When the city around us was under siege, my friends and I would escape into a video world.

I borrow equipment from my reporting colleagues so that I can get close to sources and protect myself from shrapnel.

War continues to claim lives in Gaza, through the collapse of damaged buildings as well as direct military action.

Murals painted by artists on the ruins in Gaza memorialize martyrs, document events, protest the genocide, and proclaim the people’s love of life.

Israel’s destruction inside Gaza is forcing displaced people to share rudimentary, unhygienic bathrooms.

A medical referral for treatment abroad offers only dark uncertainty, since just a small percentage of cancer patients have been able to leave Gaza.

Modest, handmade decorations throughout our tent camp created a joyous atmosphere and delivered the holiday experience to my young son.

The occupation’s siege of Gaza has made it nearly impossible to obtain the diesel, motor oil, and replacement parts needed to keep vehicles running.

‘No life without my family / No mornings without my sun, without my home.’

What happens when the documents proving ownership of our home are destroyed, along with our home?

Photographs fail to convey the anguish and burden that each heart bears.

Basic necessities and life-saving medicine remain scarce, but mobile phones and luxury goods that no one can afford are available.