When we moved from Saudi Arabia to Gaza, people here doubted we had the academic preparation to pass the Tawjihi.

When you are a Palestinian refugee in Lebanon, the color blue defines your life.

When I talk to my young students in Shejaya, I hear tales of fear and of loss. But their smiles speak of how much they still love life.

On World Child Labor Day, we remember those who have to toil when they should be studying or playing.

We need all the help we can get in Gaza.

Friends are what define childhood, and mine were torn from my life.

I had been accepted, but then came the news: “I am terribly sorry, but we don’t hire Palestinians.”

Killing the dreams of youth is a crime against humanity.