A simple trip across Gaza to share some za’atar requires a series of life-or-death decisions.
The only market that recognizes my journalism and translation skills exists somewhere I cannot go.
We believe that access to high-quality education will transform our own lives and allow us to participate in rebuilding Gaza.
I return to the shore again and again, searching for freedom in the only horizon still open to me.
In exile in Egypt, I carry Gaza within me wherever I go, but I do not know where I can safely plant my roots.
My future remains on hold while I wait for the Rafah border crossing to reopen.
Denied an airport, Gazans must endure a long and brutal land journey to cross their border.
A student enjoys life beyond Israel’s open-air prison.
Happy years spent in the United Kingdom are a stark contrast to the hard circumstances back home in Gaza.
Even dual citizenship does not spare the traveler when trying to exit Gaza.
My harassment at Ben Gurion Airport was due to me being a Jerusalemite, a Palestinian alien who isn’t considered an Israeli citizen or a Palestinian.
If you had to sum up life in six words, what would you you say? Here is one attempt, from Gaza
