For so long we have wondered, when will it be our turn to see our names on the list of high-scoring Tawjihi students?
Maybe in another life / you would have lost your tooth / instead of your eye.
These symbols of joy had become a source of fear, but also of resolve.
A single door separates the calm world of a café from the struggle for survival in tents outside.
We were sitting at the harbor / talking about university buses / about crowding / about nothing important.
Nearly a month after our return, I still haven’t gone to see the ruins of our house in Al-Shuja’iyya. I cannot bear it.
One day we will again enjoy the olive harvest, not as displaced people but as farmers, as dreamers, and as children of this land.
Like the people in the tents, like the fishermen readying their boats, I am tired of this situation. But none of us have the luxury of giving up.
Gaza detainees talk about their time in israeli prisons.
What does it mean to be / a refugee / To always feel /something missing.
There is no more strawberry crops, no more Strawberry City. Israel has completely destroyed them.
After the ceasefire, I returned to a city of ruins, but I found our old school building still standing!
