we are not numbers

emerging writers from Palestine tell their stories and advocate for their human rights

Stories

Artificial intelligence and cloud computing, which help me access news and information, also help Israel attack Gaza.
Instead we have a month of absence, of remembering voices that will never speak again and faces that will never smile again.
Nour’s name means ‘light’ in Arabic — without him, our lives remain shrouded in darkness.
‘For minutes, we just stared into each other’s eyes, unable to believe that after 15 months of separation, we were finally together again.’
Most years, our holy month has been marked by tragedy, yet I am striving this year to experience it with joy, not fear.
Returning after the ceasefire was like returning to the place of the ghosts.
The war turned a site for relaxation and refreshment into an insecure area that I only ventured to for internet access.
His fiancée’s steadfastness helped Khaled Al-Zard recover after an Israeli bomb destroyed his shop and his dreams.
As I reflect on my family’s experiences during Israel’s war against Gaza, I ask myself: Where is the world?
Meeting my two best friends after wartime separation, I wondered: Had the horrors of war changed our friendship?
Abd Al-Salam’s family was torn in half by an Israeli airstrike, leaving two children without their playmates or father.
To be Palestinian is to carry the weight of lost villages, to inherit a history that is scattered across borders.