Reading the novel Mornings in Jenin gets me dreaming of travel.

Gazans spend our time by making light of stubborn crises that never go away.

This is one of my days in Gaza, from dreams to reality.

I have found freedom abroad, but am fated to be an exile forever.

Most people in ‘damn Gaza’ are desperate to leave. But what does that mean for its future?

I want to love Gaza; instead, too many times I find myself screaming, “I hate it!”

Our mission is to become Youth with Absolute Freedom — not just Youth Under Occupation.

The Gaza sea has always been my escape, an oasis of beauty. But one day I realized it, too, has its limits.

Guilt is what I feel as I write these words in the comfort of my student apartment in the United States.

Egypt, Jordan and Israel play with the lives of Gazans just like a game of dominos.

The young people of Gaza have been disconnected from the outside world for decades.

A bird sings of love and longing, hoping that when the light at the end of the tunnel shines, it is real.