Dagbókarskrif frá Gasa

That night, silence fell over the camp for the first time in months.   No explosions. No sirens. No cries of children.   Even the wind seemed...

Until when will I remain a refugee in my own homeland?   A question that echoes deep inside me every morning, when I open my eyes to a reality...

Mixed feelings… I can’t quite describe them. Two years have passed — yet they feel like a lifetime. Between the sounds of bombings, running through...

If only time could rewind and let us pause right there — before everything changed, before fear took root in our days, before our dreams were...

Yet it’s been only two — two years that carried within their days what entire lifetimes could not. On October 7, 2023, the first echoes of war...

On this very day, October 6, 2023, our lives were heading in a completely different direction. We were preparing for one of the happiest nights our...

I’ve started to hesitate before opening social media… It’s no longer my window to the world as it once was — it has become a door to endless sorrow....

As the sun set, the hot wind began to slip into our fragile tent, carrying with it dust and the scent of exhaustion. Nothing here brings comfort…...