I think I should keep my clothes on while having a shower. Or maybe not?

Am I, as a Gazan, destined to feel imprisoned wherever I go?

My friends who write in Arabic refuse to call what I write in Arabic “poetry.”

I sometimes ask myself: “Would it be possible for one to create their memories in different places?”

Enforced social distancing and isolation are something my family and I have endured most of our lives.

What I try to convince myself of is that this is temporary, and one day the hope of peace will shine on every roofless house in my country.

As we spoke, I could hear the buzzing of drones and explosions in the background. The dark music woke hideous memories…

By the end of the day, what had once been the English department lay beneath a heap of rubble…