An essay about Gaza, about leaving, and about carrying memories.
An essay about Gaza, about leaving, and about carrying memories.
By Asil Ziara
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I always thought of Gaza as a place where time folded in on itself. A closed world – dense, familiar, overwhelming – where you grow too fast or not at all.
'Survival comes with weight,' writes Rawand Alagha in an essay about the pain of leaving Gaza.
After two years of war, one Gazan tells of what was lost.
An Israeli bomb killed my grandfather and destroyed his home where I was staying. Now I am homeless and grieving again.
Nour AbuShammala has returned to her partly destroyed apartment in Gaza City. This is her story of multiple displacements, injury…
One Palestinian family shares their story of life coming full circle - and what they believe lies ahead as talk turns to…
There is a continuing trauma and new threats to our safety from gangs who terrorise us. Our ordeal has changed, but it’s far from…
