we are not numbers

emerging writers from Palestine tell their stories and advocate for their human rights

I lost my loved ones / I lost my power, hope, dreams / and my last tears.

I worked very hard to be a good owner to my dog Pablo, but it wasn’t enough. He had to go, leaving me heartbroken.

COVID took my mother and then war took so many others

Before Kholoud could sing the lullaby, she was gone.

The streets are not quiet for long.

Child's play during Ramadan becomes disaster for my family.

I imagine more than remember my father. But I know he had a big heart.