8:29 PM @wahaj_bani_moufleh Around four years ago, in 2021, my journey in photojournalism began on the day my cousin Zakaria Hamayel was martyred during the Battle of Jabal Sbeih. The first press photo I ever took was on that day driven by a deep belief that a photojournalist’s image is a powerful weapon capable of creating change.
My photos quickly gained recognition, and the people of my town began calling me “The Sniper of the Mountain” a title I carried with pride, and one that fueled my determination to keep going.
Later, the Arab American University embraced me and offered a full scholarship to refine my knowledge and earn an academic degree from a respected institution. My journey started in my hometown of Beita and extended to various areas across the West Bank.
I’ve captured it all: moments of joy, sorrow, defeat, and hope amidst the pain.
And with the ongoing aggression against our people, I’ve come to realize that the world sees and yet, chooses not to see. Thousands of images emerge daily from Gaza, reflecting the pain of the people and the dreams of children under the rubble, yet they’ve failed to move the conscience of world governments.
These are a few selected shots from my coverage in Beita — the place where it all began, and where I first believed that the lens holds a voice louder than we imagine.
#Palestine #Beita #Gaza #Photojournalism #WestBank #Resistance #Photography 9:39 AM @maqadema .
الموت حرقًا، الموت بردًا، الموت جوعًا، الموت بالقصف،
الموت بالصدمات، الموت بالأمراض، الموت بنقص العلاج،
الموت خوفًا، الموت دهسًا بالدبابات والجرافات،
الموت تحت الركام، الموت غرقًا، الموت نزفًا،
الموت في الطرقات، الموت تحت صناديق المساعدات.
في غزة، تجرّعنا كل صنوف الموت.
Death by fire, death by cold, death by hunger, death by bombing.
Death by shock, death by disease, death from lack of treatment.
Death by fear, death crushed by tanks and bulldozers.
Death beneath the rubble, death by drowning, death by bleeding.
Death in the streets, death beneath boxes of aid.
In Gaza, we have tasted every form of death. 2:47 AM @mohamed.h.masri How will this journalist's family continue their lives after seeing their beloved son burn before the eyes of the world, documenting the truth until his last breath? How will they look at the screen after him, at the images of war, without searching every corner for his voice, his features, his traces?
His mother... How will she sleep when she was waiting for his return, not his final image?
His father... How will he bear this loss, when he was the one who taught him to be brave?
His brothers... Who will fill the void left by his laughter, his presence, and his words?
The pain here is not just a loss; it is a documented, witnessed, indelible loss that will continue to recur in their memories with every news item, with every similar footage.
But he did not go away without a trace... He drew a map of truth with his blood, leaving behind a fire of light that will never be extinguished. 
