The cruelest part is never knowing when the warnings are real.

I had hoped a childhood fantasy would turn displacement into an outdoor adventure. It didn’t.

A young boy’s wishes on the blessed Day of Arafah speak not only for his family and friends but for everyone in Gaza amid war and famine.

Trauma is the invisible wound of war, and much harder to endure than bitter cold and hunger.

‘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.’