‘I changed my mind a million times. I tortured myself with the losses that each decision would force upon me.’

For a moment / I feel like the whole universe is mine.

STILL STUCK / In the SAME WHEEL / Spinning me ENDLESSLY.

The children of Gaza are forced too soon to be adults, but they still carve out time to play joyfully.

Dressing well was tied to the dignity and well-being of my brother, who was separated from his wardrobe by the war.

Numbness, nightmares, and minds stuck in survival mode: Genocide survivors deal with the psychological aftermath of war.

Gaza treats me badly, but it has been wronged as well — hurt, abused, destroyed, exploited, neglected for decades.

‘I think about leaving. The idea of not existing flows into the room. It has a blue shady aura. It comes and goes.’

Will our hopes ever be answered and our wounds heal, allowing Gazans to embrace life again with open hearts?

This Gazan wanted to die, but the last words of Dr. Refaat Alareer changed her mind.

What were my wishes for the new year?  /  What were my grandfather’s wishes in 1949 / after the Nakba?

Constant noise from the unmanned planes causes headaches, irritability, and insomnia, and can literally drive one mad.