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Contents
editorial
IMRAAN COOVADIA
Living with sorcerers
ZEINAB SHAATH
The Urgent Call of Palestine
ALLAN BOESAK
“HOW LONG FOR PALESTINE?”
MAKHOSINI MGITYWA
The Crux of the Matter
MALAIKA MAHLATSI
On the genocide in Palestine and the death of academic freedom and democracy in Western universities
BRANKO MARCETIC
Israel’s Gaza War Is One of History’s Worst Crimes Ever
CHRIS HEDGES
American Sadism
ARYAN KAGANOF
On Power and Powerlessness: Genocide in Gaza Through the Lens of Afropessimism and Decay Studies
MICHAEL SFARD
We Israelis Are Part of a Mafia Crime Family. It's Our Job to Fight Against It From Within
Theme Gaza
ZEENAT ADAM
Gaza and the Graveyard of Excuses
MAHMOUD AL SHABRAWI
Writing Between Fear and Survival
GOODENOUGH MASHEGO
Why I can’t condemn October 7
GARTH ERASMUS
Lamentations for GAZA
SALIM VALLY and ROSHAN DADOO
Africa’s strong bonds to Palestine
ZUKISWA WANNER
A Common Humanity
MUHAMMAD OMARUDDIN (DON MATTERA)
A Song for Palestine
TSHEPO MADLINGOZI
Ilizwe Lifile/Nakba: Le-fatshe & Crises of Constitution in (Neo)Settler Colonies
SINDRE BANGSTAD
Palestine, Israel and academic freedom in South Africa
GWEN ANSELL
Resistance music – a mirror reflecting truth; a hammer forging solidarity
FMFP (FREE MUSIC FREE PALESTINE)
Listening as an anti-colonial way of engaging
ATIYYAH KHAN
A movement against silencing: What the genocide in Palestine has taught us about journalism
ASHRAF HENDRICKS
Visual Memoirs of Solidarity with Palestine in Cape Town
ATIYYAH KHAN
GAZA: Where wearing a PRESS vest is a death sentence
VISUAL INTIFADA
NARRATIVE REPAIR
SHARI MALULEKE
A Prayer to the Olive Tree
THANDI GAMEDZE
Jesus of Occupied Palestine
NATHI NGUBANE
MALCOLM X IN GAZA
MARIAM JOOMA ÇARIKCI
The dark side of the rainbow: How Apartheid South Africa and Zionism found comfort in post-94 rhetoric
CRAIG MOKHIBER
The ICJ finds that BDS is not merely a right, but an obligation
ROSHAN DADOO
South African coal fuels a genocide: BOYCOTT GLENCORE NOW
IMĀN ZANELE OMAR
From the ground
DEAN HUTTON
Who would you be under Apartheid?
galleri
SÍONA O’CONNELL
Keys to Nowhere
SAMAR HUSSAINI
The Palette of Tradition and other, earlier works
SLOVO MAMPHAGA
Chronology of the Now
DEON MAAS
The Resistance
OLU OGUIBE
A Brief Statement on Art and Genocide
CANDICE BREITZ
8 may 2025 Berlin
ADLI YACUBI
A Moment Is On Its Way
TRACEY ROSE
If Hitler Was A Girl Who Went To Art School (2024-2025)
borborygmus
CHARLES LEONARD
Zeinab Shaath : the famous Teta
THE ALDANO COLLECTIVE
Withold
DIMA ORSHO
Excerpts from Half Moon, a film by Frank Scheffer
GARTH ERASMUS
Where is God?
LOWKEY FEATURING MAI KHALIL
Palestine Will Never Die
CHRIS THURMAN
Intertexts for Gaza (or, Thirteen ways of looking past a genocide)
KEENAN AHRENDS
The Wandering Dancer
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
‘D’ is vi destruction
INSURRECTIONS ENSEMBLE
Let Me Lie To You
RODRIGO KARMY BOLTON
Palestine’s Lessons for the Left: Theses for a Poetics of the Earth
MARYAM ABBASI
Drums, Incense, and the Unseen
frictions
HIBA ABU NADA
Not Just Passing
NICHOLAS MIRZOEFF
The Visible and the Unspeakable (For Mahmoud Khalil)
MPHUTLANE WA BOFELO
Before You Kill Them
ABIGAIL GEORGE
4 Struggle Songs for Palestine
MIKE VAN GRAAN
4 Poems for Gaza
EUGENE SKEEF
To The Demise of War Mongers (a suite for the people of GAZA).
ALLAN KOLSKI HORWITZ
Gaza: two poems
MALIKA LUEEN NDLOVU
At the end of a thread, holding my breath, beading
NGOMA HILL
From the River to the Sea
JESÚS SEPÚLVEDA
Gaza 2024
ARYAN KAGANOF
GAZA (body double)
VONANI BILA
Under Rubble
JACKSON MAC LOWE
Social Significance
FRANK MEINTJIES
5 poems from A Place to night in
DIANA FERRUS
Burdened man
claque
FINN DANIELS-YEOMANS
‘If Cannes did not want to go to Gaza, Gaza had to go to Cannes’: Institutional Censorship at Film Festivals post-October 7.
FRANK MEINTJIES
Abigail George’s SONGS FOR PALESTINE - "struggle poems" in an age of livestreamed genocicde
PHILLIPPA YAA DE VILLIERS
ukuphelezela and Nida Younis’ Two Bodies/Zwei Korper
RUTH MARGALIT
Writing the Nakba in Hebrew
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
Ons is gevangenes van dit wat ons liefhet: Magmoed Darwiesj gedigte in Afrikaans
HEIN WILLEMSE
Frank Meintjies: a mature poet, intellectually astute with a refined social, political and ecological consciousness
M. SOGA MLANDU
'Tell Them I Am Dead’: Sithembele Isaac Xhegwana’s Dark Lines of History
NIKLAS ZIMMER
Détourning the cut
ekaya
LYNTHIA JULIUS
I believe the children for the future
JENNIFER KESTIS FERGUSON
Nikita
CHERYL DAMON
No Ordinary Rage
SKHUMBUZO PHAKATHI
Don’t forget Phila Ndwandwe
INGRID ORIT HURWITZ
SHATTERED
STEVEN ROBINS
The blindspots of Zionist history and the ‘ancient scripts’ of primordial Jewish victimhood
LIESL JOBSON
Sorrowful Mysteries
herri
Towards a Preliminary Archaeology of herri
off the record
STEPHEN CLINGMAN
The Voices in My Head: Reflections on South Africa, Israel, Palestine, Gaza
ANNI KANAFANI
Ghassan Kanafani
FILMS
by Palestinian Women
STEVEN ROBINS
Re-reading Jabotinsky’s The Iron Wall in the time of genocide in Gaza.
JANNIKE BERGH in conversation with HAIDAR EID
Even Ghosts Weep in Gaza
ASHRAF KAGEE
Three friends in Gaza
AMIRA HASS
"Resist the Normalization of Evil": On Palestine and Journalism
GEORGE KING
Fields, Forests and Fakery: ‘Green Colonialism’ in Palestine
HEIDI GRUNEBAUM
The Village Under the Forest
MEIR KAHANE
Jewish Terror: A JEWISH STATE VERSUS WESTERN DEMOCRACY
FRANK ARMSTRONG
Ireland and Palestine: A Crucial Vote Awaits
NIKHIL SINGH
The Siege of Gaza 332 BC
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DENIS EKPO
1 April 2025
DEON-SIMPHIWE SKADE
23 March 2025
LIZ SAVAGE
10 January 2025
CEDRIK FERMONT
10 August 2024
AZSACRA ZARATHUSTRA
6 August 2024
FACEBOOK FEEDBACK
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COLE MEINTJIES
Power in Relation to Life and Death: Israel's genocide in Gaza
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CHRISTINA HAZBOUN
Palestinian Women’s Voices in Music and Song – 2025 version
ATIYYAH KHAN
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  • Theme Gaza

MAHMOUD AL SHABRAWI

Writing Between Fear and Survival

I am Mahmoud, a journalist from Jabalia Camp in the north of the Gaza Strip — a place whose landscape has been forever changed by the relentless sound of bombardment. At night, the echoes of explosions blend with the buzzing of drones, creating an unchanging soundtrack to our daily lives. Sometimes the blasts are so close that the windows shake violently; other times, they are distant, but always present in mind and heart — a constant reminder that danger never truly leaves. Even silence here is not real silence; it is just a brief pause before the next strike.

Since the start of the war, I have been displaced five times. Each time, I thought I had found a safer place, the bombs would follow. Some nights, I had no shelter at all and slept on the street, using a piece of cardboard as a bed. The cold night air is not the worst part — it’s the uncertainty, lying awake wondering if the next sound will be the one that ends your life. But the worst ordeal I faced was not only the bombing.

In October 2024, during the Israeli army’s assault on Kamal Adwan Hospital in Jabalia, I was kidnapped by Israeli soldiers. They held me for three days and used me as a human shield. Those days were among the darkest in my life. I was beaten and humiliated, forced to carry a soldier’s camera to film the buildings around the hospital. That same soldier refused to send his military dog inside one of the buildings and coldly told me, “The dog’s life is worth more than yours. The dog must not die; but you can die anytime.” Those words still echo in my ears today, capturing how they see us Palestinians.

I have lost more than just my sense of safety — I have lost my home, my job, and everything I once owned. The street where I grew up is now rubble. Friends and neighbors who once filled the camp with laughter are now names on a long list of martyrs. Like thousands of others, I live under a siege that has created famine-like conditions. As I write these words, it has been four months since I last ate chicken, meat, or eggs. Even flour — the most basic necessity — has become incredibly difficult to obtain. Once, I walked 8 kilometers on foot to a food distribution center just to get a small bag of flour. The journey was dangerous, with heavy gunfire nearby. That day, several people were killed just meters away from me. I carried the flour home with trembling hands — not from its weight, but from the thought that I survived a path where others did not. In this reality, anxiety and fear seep into the smallest details of life — when trying to sleep, when speaking with family, even when trying to write these words.

Phone calls with loved ones are filled with silent pauses, as we both wonder if this will be the last time we hear each other’s voices. Sometimes, in the middle of writing, I stop to check if my family is still alive after hearing a nearby explosion. And yet, I hold on to writing. Not because it erases the fear, but because it gives it meaning — turning personal experience into a testimony that can reach the world. Writing becomes an act of resistance, a way to say: I am still here. I am still alive to tell you this.

Despite the destruction, despite the humiliation and loss I have endured, I still love life and cling to hope. I have one hope — to survive this war, to return one day and live my life again, with hope. But every night before I sleep, a question haunts me: Does the world feel us? Do they see what we truly live through? Do our voices reach them, or does the echo of our cries fade away before it passes the walls of this siege?

Sometimes I imagine people far away, sitting in cafes, walking streets brightly lit — while we here count every minute as if it could be the last. Maybe they know the news, but do they know the feeling? Can pictures convey the smell of dust after bombing, or the silence of streets that were once full of life? I don’t know if the world will choose to see us, but I will keep writing, because writing is all I have left. It is my way of saying: We are here. We are human. We deserve to live.

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