The city reeks of death and tears / You might argue tears are odorless / How wrong would that be.
The ground was silent that morning / Not empty / silent.
Do not ask me for stars / Do not, because the sky and I / are no longer speaking.
Though his own factory was destroyed, he carries on in the goldsmithing trade as a valued mentor.
Injured and twice left for death, Mohammed Nasir focuses on life.
At a musical concert in the middle of a genocide, the atmosphere morphed into something almost unimaginable— one of joy, cheer, and laughter.
Every time I try to grasp the idea that he won’t return, I feel a burning pain, like trying to stare directly into the sun.
I return to the shore again and again, searching for freedom in the only horizon still open to me.
People have adapted using improvised tools, repaired household items, and makeshift solutions to ordinary routines.
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.
