As the year has dragged on, I can’t help but think my grandparents who experienced the Nakba were luckier. They never had to answer questions like, “What’s your message to a world that has failed you?”

In Gaza, night is not peaceful. Going to sleep means not knowing if you’ll wake up in the morning.

Eid al-Fitr in Gaza used to be a joyous occasion when families got together to celebrate the end of Ramadan. Now families gather to mourn their dead and bid farewell to the next martyr.