I will never forget the moment my friends and I got arrested. Soldiers, armed with heavy weapons, surrounded us, pointing their rifles at us as if we were a real threat, they were shooting their bullets around our feet, so we couldn’t move.
I felt that life was forcefully taken from my hands at that…
Today,
I woke up happily, eager to start a new day as a humanitarian worker in Gaza,
but first, my morning routine that I keep developing has to take place.
I opened the water tap; the water is not coming out!
Ah, I forgot for a little bit that I am in Gaza, and I…
I have been working with people in Gaza for about eight years. I am somewhat embarrassed to say that at the start in around 2017, I knew basically nothing about Gaza. But I soon learned. And through this I made friends, learned the history, learned about and from the people. I remember the very first…
I am one of thousands of Palestinian students who have been abruptly stripped of our classrooms, books, teachers—and certainty about the future. I write these words from Gaza, where education has shifted from a guaranteed right to a fragile hope. For more than two years, prolonged hostilities have devastated civilian life. Schools have been damaged…
Breathing From Under The Rubble. A Gazan Student.
After working so hard for years, the day we had all been counting down to—Monday, September 1, 2025 —was approaching. "A month left, 3 weeks, a week, a few days..." Until finally, everyone announced it from the camp under bombs and air drones: "Finally.Tomorrow is Marah's graduation…
I was the only one awake.
I sat under the plastic window, holding my phone up, begging for a single sign of Wi-Fi, but in vain. And I won’t lie. I was hungry. One meal a day was all I had.
So I closed my phone and turned to look at four beautiful yellow…
Ritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo emo enim ipsam.
How to get out of an unknown location if the technology doesn’t do it’s job…
I don’t know how a story can begin when the world has ended. Where does the first thread of this darkness exist, and why? Is it my destiny to live through sorrow and horror, or is it merely a portal to something—and somewhere—meant for me?
This is Lila, a Palestinian flower that bloomed in the…
I was displaced to Khan Younis after fleeing from death itself. I left my home knowing that staying could mean not surviving the night. There was no time to think—only the need to move, to escape. The road was full of fear and exhaustion. Children crying. Adults pretending to be strong. Every step, the same…

