A different kind of growing up by Mohammed Rafiq
Chris Graham on the Gaza Freedom Flotilla
Satellite by Jumping Fences
Ghosts of Deir Yassin by Phil Monsour and Rafeef Ziadah
“In Gaza, beneath the dark evening sky, somewhere between the smoky smell of gunshots and the crying children, my mother gave birth to me. It was underneath the light of the moon that I would exit her womb head first, toward the flames of war. If I had then the cognitive awareness of what war was, I might have slipped back into the refuge of a womb. Instead, the only option was, and continues to be, to live through it.” – Mohammad Rafiq
