Maybe I would have more / than blurred memories of my land.
Brushing teeth, combing hair, and bathing become immense challenges for civilians living through war.
O Gaza, thou art sick. / The visible worm that dares / to come in the raging storm …
Nine days of terror end with a terrifying confrontation with IOF soldiers and a forced displacement to the south.
A mother refused to let her son risk danger by going to the aid trucks bringing flour. Her intuition proved correct.
Denied an airport, Gazans must endure a long and brutal land journey to cross their border.
Obediently, we stay at home….gloomy, fatigued and sweltering.
All I wanted was some CDs and books. But nothing is simple in Gaza.
Quarantine has been our life.
My grandma finally got to visit Jerusalem…Will I have to wait until I’m 60?
