My name is Esam and I'm from Gaza...

I’m afraid I’ll become tomorrow’s news

I want all those small things that used to make my heart happy: falafel from Sousi in downtown, hummus from Al-Khazandar, the old café by the Saraya and the sea. The whole sea. I don’t want another place, but all of this is gone!

On the way back home, I saw phrases written on walls by people as they moved from one place to another. What struck me the most were their words about resistance—they consider their presence in the north as resistance and their refusal to give up the land

The educational system has left an inheritance of "spare the rod, spoil the child." Values

She introduced herself to me and gave me knowledge everytime my plans failed while doing something

Displacement for the fifth time, at least, was different.