Displaced people of Gaza find different ways to earn a living in their struggle to survive the Israeli genocide.

I often run into young kids who come to me, begging for money. I usually cannot help.

How can we return to ‘normal’ after COVID-19 when we’ve never been normal?

Dear Ms. Africa, we are so much the same.

I may be imprisoned in Gaza, but my talents can fly.

How could I bring a child into today’s Gaza?

Having a roof over one’s head is so often not enough.

A father risked his life to buy back his wife’s pawned earrings.

I am a Gazan, but even I didn’t know poverty like this.

More women in Gaza need to work, but jobs are scarce.

For too many of my people, death seems the only option.

When poverty is this deep, the gift of light is huge.