Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 27
The sound of Fairuz’s voice singing rises higher and higher, as she chants “we shall return one day to our neighbourhood”.
Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 26
Have you ever heard of a people who do not cry over their dead as much as they cry their living? Those are us…
Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 25
In the forty third morning of the war on Gaza… A morning of dignity from the proud and resilient Gaza…
Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 24
I was writing to you yesterday, on the forty seventh day, on the details of the daily struggle after they took us ages back in time to where we use the oldest and most primitive tools to get by…
Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 23
My husband lit a fire on top of the house, and we made some tea. Everybody woke up, and we had some Zaatar (thyme) and zeit (oil), and those are what was left from our stored food.
