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A New Year of Hope from Gaza
As the world prepares to welcome a new year with fireworks and celebrations, there are places where the dawn of January 1st feels very different. In Gaza, the new year does not arrive with glittering lights or lavish feasts—it comes quietly, carried in the hands of those who refuse to give up on life, even…
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A House in a Bag: The Displacement of Gaza’s Soul
September 2025. Gaza. The land trembles not only from bombs but from the footsteps of the displaced. “The war has taught us to shrink the home into a bag. A house, once filled with laughter, memories, and generations, is now reduced to a few items hastily packed in the chaos of bombardment. A toothbrush. A…
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“Sees No Light” — The Story of Taha
“Sees no light.”That was the final line in the medical report about Taha, a fifteen-year-old boy from Gaza. A boy who once saw the world in colors so vivid they danced across the pages he drew on. A boy whose imagination soared far beyond the walls of the refugee camp he called home. A boy…
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“Empty Pots, Empty Stomachs” — A Story from Gaza
In Gaza, the morning doesn’t begin with birdsong or the smell of breakfast. It begins with silence — the kind that wraps around homes like a shroud. It begins with the sound of footsteps, small and slow, as children make their way to the communal kitchen, not for school or play, but for the chance…
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What the Bombs Couldn’t Take: Mohamed’s Return to the Ruins of Gaza
(As told through the voice of Mohamed Al Khalidi) “Let me tell you what happened to me…” That’s how Mohamed began. His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It came from a place deeper than sound—shaped by grief, exhaustion, and the echo of war that never quite leaves your body. “One morning, we…
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“The Apology I Carry in My Pocket”
I don’t carry a professional camera. Just my phone. It fits in my hand, slips into my pocket, and somehow holds the weight of a thousand shattered lives. In Gaza, that’s all I have to document what the world refuses to see. I never set out to be a storyteller. But how can you not…
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“We Are Not Just Numbers”: Walla’s Story from Gaza
I want to tell you a story — not mine, but one that lives in my heart as if it were. It belongs to Walla, a friend and former colleague I worked with in Gaza. We were part of the emergency response team at Nasser Hospital, where I was her supervisor. She was in charge of…
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She Walked Through Fire Holding A Kitten: A Story From Gaza
In a place where life is fragile and death is never far, my friend chose love – and survived what should have killed her. A Different Kind Of Day Some stories don’t just stay with you – they haunt you. They echo in your chest long after they’ve been told. This is one of those…
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“I Can’t”: The Day I Met Manal at Nasser Hospital
I’ve worked in emergency medicine for years. I’ve seen bodies broken, lives shattered, and families torn apart. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for the day I met Manal. It was a day like too many others in Gaza: filled with smoke, sirens, and the sound of grief echoing through the corridors of Nasser Hospital. Another airstrike. Another…
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