NEWS FROM GAZA

This section provides updates from our Partners and stories from the people of Gaza in their own words. Our thanks to all who have contributed to these posts: the writers and the translators who give us a window into the world of living in Gaza under challenging situations.

Partner Updates


We Are Not Numbers

We are thankful to We Are Not Numbers for allowing us to reproduce their stories and photographs so that we can experience life in Gaza through the eyes of young people trying to live their lives. Their stories are a reflection of our own experiences of dreams, joy, disappointments and sadness.

 

 

Read about 13 year old Mohammed’s heroic battle against kidney failure and other illnesses over the last 10 years

Read full story by Hossam Wail Abo-Shammallah

 

 

 

 

Tour the historical sites in Gaza city with members of We Are Not Numbers.

Meet Abo Hanfi A-Sawwaf, Abu-Zuhair, Om-Anwar Al-Kassab; and see Omary Mosque, Al-Thahab (Gold) Market, Al-Alami’s house, and Al-Hasary herb’s shop.

Watch the video here

 

 

 

 

The woman standing behind: “At home, she is the woman sitting behind a table rolling huge quantities of grape or cabbage leaves, stuffing them with half-cooked rice mixed with homemade tomato sauce and a little meat, to add flavor, in the kitchen that all her daughters-in-law share with her. The common kitchen embraced an atmosphere of mutual love and respect. She takes the pots, sets them on the blazing fire that she lights in the middle of the square of sand. Gathering the whole family in the square, she cooks beziena, boiled rice with tasty dough balls. When I would visit, she’d be standing behind the gas stove, brewing tea in her favored metal kettle.”

Read full story by Fedaa Alsoufi

 

The silver lining to a phosphorous cloud: “My tears that day were from the intensity of my joy, like rain that irrigates the earth after drought. I remember that night as one of the most beautiful nights ever.  I imagined the reality that I was trying to achieve. Me, eventually becoming a doctor.”

Read full story by Roba Alotul

 

 

My Christopher Robin:That’s how I met her, Zainab, my best friend and greatest companion. She gave me the sweetest hug when we met face to face for the first time….We talked every day and started seeing how we have much in common. We shared happiness and sadness, failure and success, the good and the bad, a lot of songs and too much food. She was always and still is here for me, and I’m the same for her. We push each other to achieve more. We pick outfits together. We talk about everything and nothing at the same time.”

Read full story by Afaf Alnajjar

 

I miss my father, I miss my friends: “We were a group of ten friends or, to be more accurate, ten brothers, a small gang. We loved to call ourselves “the kiddos,” a phrase we created to describe our unique relationship. Every one of us had something that made him special, and we each played our role in our group….But, I miss the kiddos who have left so much. I miss our gatherings till dawn. I miss dropping by their homes anytime, our long walk to the sea, our discussions and arguments and our special friendships. When I’m with the kiddos, I can be the real Abdallah, with his ups and downs, who talks about anything without feeling judged or misunderstood. The hideous can be beautiful with them.”

Read full story by Abdallah Ayamn Hasaneen