Ruwaida Amer

My family and I now live among debris in a burnt apartment in the refugee camp we fled to many times when I was a child.

A mother and poet finds herself lost for words to process the loss of her four children this Mother’s Day.

Two mothers recount how hunger took hold of their children and what they do to try to make sure they survive somehow.

In Rafah’s horrifically crowded camps, children find one bright spot of play and smiles, up in the skies above.

Gaza parents putting white PPE coveralls left over from the COVID pandemic on their kids, hoping they’ll keep them warm.

Unaccompanied children in the war-torn enclave are registered as ‘unknown’, or as ‘wounded child, no surviving family’.

The loss of these steadfast companions has left deep scars on the hearts of many Palestinians in Gaza.

Killed by an Israeli bomb on the family home in Gaza, Baraa left behind broken hearts and a seven-month-old daughter.

A sweet, smiling boy who was his parents’ whole world is now gone along with them.