Israel is methodically dismantling any Palestinian presence in most of the West Bank and erasing Palestine from the map. But the way it’s unfolding doesn’t make the headlines.
I called my friend in Gaza to wish him a happy Eid. He sent me a voice recording of the sound of drones.
Ahmad Barakat knew he could be killed the moment he sat down to interview Hamas security leaders and police officers for our story. He did it anyway.
The genocide was not only the physical destruction of Gazans’ bodies and the annihilation of families — it also erased memories, traditions, and everything that reminds us of what we were.
To write about Gaza in exile, you need to long for it.
“Palestine 36” isn’t a movie about the Palestinian revolution against British colonial rule. It is about the present crossroads that Palestine is facing.
When I speak to friends and family in Gaza, it is impossible to have a conversation without talking about loss: loss of our homes, our livelihoods, and our loved ones. But even as we reel from two years of genocide, the hope of our people remains.
The kind of journalism we need isn’t the kind you’re going to find in legacy media or the “paper of record.” The journalism we need holds power to account.
Palestinian journalists in Gaza aren’t reporting on something neutral. They’re reporting on their own reality.
Now that there is a ceasefire in Gaza, Palestinians have disappeared from the headlines, leaving us to wonder: to the world, did the genocide even happen?