Teach me how to live again—
How a flower insists on blooming in soil long abandoned to barrenness,
how the sins of a distant past might dare to be forgiven.
Teach me— before the blade of my executioner breaks loose,
before I am torn away from this moment and the next,
before the sun plunges…
Since April 2025, I have lived through days that reshaped my understanding of what it means to plan for the future. There were moments when even the idea of dreaming felt distant, almost unrealistic. In a reality defined by uncertainty, displacement, and survival, long-term goals begin to fade into the background. And yet, from a…
By a Teacher from the Heart of Gaza’s Tent Schools
Today, no school bell rings to announce the start of our lessons. The war has confiscated our bells, levelled our buildings, and stolen the courtyards once filled with the echoes of children’s laughter. Here, on this dusty patch of earth lashed by the wind,…
Credit: Asma Abu Hasanein | Even among the rubble. Life insists on being felt. Eid Mubarak.
The Sound of Eid
Do you know what Eid truly sounds like?
Close your eyes for a moment and listen. You will hear Eid before you ever see it.
Eid is a symphony, where every joy carries its own voice.…
The crescent of Ramadan this year climbs proudly to the peak of the sky. It casts the same brightness over a city that no longer has the spirit to reflect the enthusiasm it once had.
The brighter the moon grows each night, the more it exposes the sorrowful face of this city. The veil of…
On 11 February, from 12:00–2:00 pm (Palestine time), we gathered to mark an important milestone in the journey of Resilient Voices. Today, we are proud to share the full recording of that final event; a celebration of creativity, endurance, and the transformative power of storytelling in Gaza.
The event opened with the Palestinian National Anthem,…
There was a time when the first crescent of Ramadan rose over Gaza like a silver promise—soft, luminous, and full of mercy. The air itself seemed to shift. Streets glowed with strings of colored lanterns; bakeries perfumed the night with the scent of pastries; children ran home clutching sweets, their laughter weaving through the alleys…
In 2018, as a teenager on the doorstep of university, pure adrenaline would pump through me every time I slipped out of our house, sneaking through the door.
My parents tried many times to convince me to spend more time in the house with them, but I would convince myself that I was trying to…

