The world chooses to kill the people of Gaza slowly and painfully, using the same weapon that keeps them alive: hope.
Umm Mohammad, a wife and mother of five sons, is all alone, engulfed in the grief of loss and longing.
In Gaza, death has scarred every surviving soul, yet we survive, as individuals, and as a nation.
A 10-year old suffers multiple displacements, the loss of family members, separation from his father—and worse.
Pretend food made of sand, drawings of martyred relatives, and games played on rubble reflect the wartime reality.
I saw a hunger not only for food to supply the Iftar meal, but also for safety, for peace, for an end to this nightmare.
Father, mother, brother, sister-in-law taken from him — Sa’aed Meqdad is no longer the same person he was before the war.
They say the echoes of bombing have faded / then why does their sound linger / in every voice / in every breath.
Abd Al-Salam’s family was torn in half by an Israeli airstrike, leaving two children without their playmates or father.
Imagine what it is like for a 5-year-old child to suddenly lose his family — his safety and shield from the world!
A mother is plagued by the memory of the massacre that killed her family when they were at home together, ready to sit down to lunch.
A recent university graduate’s promising future as an engineer was snuffed out by Israel’s violence.
