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Opening the book

Layan Ayoub
21 September 2026

I greeted the faces before me, offering a greeting accompanied by a sense of apology. It was not an apology for the absence of a greeting, but for the inadequacy of words in the face of the stories these faces carried. In their eyes were a million questions, and in their hearts were mountains of reproach and pain.

A crowd of young women, self organising into orderly queues

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Killing has many faces

Layan Ayoub
8 September 2026

A charred schoolbook, in a still from a video

In Gaza, we have learned that killing has many faces, and that it asks neither about age, gender, nor dreams. They have killed the old and the young, women and men, and targeted homes, schools, hospitals, stones, and trees. There was no justice in anything, except that death reached everyone. 💔

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When the Bombing Stopped, but the Fear Remained 🕊️

Layan Ayoub
1 September 2026

A diary from Gaza — a testimony of another day of war

A child looks in despair at ruined buildings

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The Guardian of Memory

Layan Ayoub
25 August 2026

Suleiman Mansour

Suleiman Mansour, or as many call him, the Guardian of Memory.

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The Little Girl Who Waits for Her Legs 🥀🕊️

Layan Ayoub
23 August 2026

A child, drawing on a piece of paper, as another child watches

She was only five years old.

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