I was documenting the suffering of a widowed woman with my friend Hamed. She had lost everything—her husband, her home, her sense of safety.
Her features were worn, her voice heavy with sorrow, but her eyes spoke a silent pain.
In Gaza, even grief has become ordinary… and dignity, a distant dream.

I’m Mohammed, a graphic designer from the heart of Gaza.
This is my first post, and I will be sharing stories and truths that do not appear in media outlets.
I am looking for a space where I can express myself, without fear of being silenced or having the truth suppressed.