Opening the book
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.

Killing has many faces

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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The Guardian of Memory

Suleiman Mansour, or as many call him, the Guardian of Memory.
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She was only five years old.
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