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.
The destruction of my family's house was not simply a loss of walls or furniture. It was the erasure of a place that once held…
'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…
In London, I meet two Palestinian friends who survived the genocide. Hanging over us is the same bewilderment at a world that…
