Travelling to Tunisia offered a glimpse of what freedom could feel like—a life unburdened by barriers and restrictions. The ability to move freely, to express our identity without fear, and to connect with others on a human level felt revolutionary.
A story of the oppressive and devastating practice of family separation.
I’m exhausted by the countless international agreements promising “children’s rights.” The words are everywhere, yet they hold no weight in our reality.
It’s been a year of bombardments, more deaths, and more horror. And the world is still blind and questioning if it is a genocide. The
The first occupation is like a rope around our necks, but the second is like a rope tied around our hands, tightening every day, rendering us voiceless, unable to act or speak out.
She dreams of a day when her students can attend school safely, with enough money to buy a sandwich and focus on their studies.
As the world watches the situation in Palestine unfold, it is essential to remember the human cost of this occupation, particularly for the youngest and most vulnerable.
Taking photos isn’t just a job—it’s our way to resist, exist, preserve our history, and keep our story alive.
Even the tents that families take refuge in after their homes are demolished are not spared from destruction. Palestinians often tear down their tents, fearing that settlers will attack at night with Molotov cocktails.
The Palestinian dream has always been, and still is, to create and reclaim the peace we used to live in.