With Gaza’s Enforcement Department no longer functioning, men can avoid paying support and even take sons and daughters from their mothers.
She wished she could tuck Janan back into her womb / hide her from the world’s cruelty, keep her safe.
The world watches Israel starve and decimate my people with impunity while I’m frightened and hungry.
I used to be young in spirit, health, and looks. Now I am none of these things—I am a mother praying for happiness and healing.
Poverty first deprived Hanan of her husband, and then the war on Gaza made their separation indefinite.
They burned me, Mama / My heart was crying / Because my eyes melted / From the fire.
Farmers, students, mothers: All of them have experienced a year of displacement and a year lost.
Once / upon a night / I lost my son.
From her perspective as a mother and educator, a Gazan woman considers the sources of suffering and pleads for help.
A young son’s strong attachment to his mother cannot protect him from the violence of Israel’s bombs on Gaza.
A Gazan mother’s commandment to her children outlives Israel’s bombardment on her family.
A helmet, a press vest, and a strong heart is what makes a journalist – and a target for the Israeli forces.
