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Before the current war, Shahd’s favorite thing to draw was eyes. Now she draws powerful images showing the brutality of the Israeli occupation.
Shahd Rajab, a Palestinian artist from Gaza, is like any 21-year-old university student. She enjoys lattes, reads in the library, and loves to draw in her free time. Unlike students in the United States, however, Shahd has lived under the Israeli occupation of Gaza.
Now during Israel’s most brutal war against Gaza, Shahd has produced more than 80 drawings, using her art as a means of expression and resistance as she and her family endure Israel’s impacts, not only a long war but also a genocidal war.
For Shahd, war, injustice, and loss are things the young Palestinian has experienced all her life before Israel’s war on Gaza began in October of 2023.
“Tragic Childhood” by Shahd Rajab, 2024
I met Shahd through a mutual friend, Albert Campos, a Cuban-American local artist who also finds the means of resistance through art. Albert was looking for art of a young Palestinian in Gaza, then found Shahid’s work in early June of this year and began messaging Shahd on Instagram in hopes of collaborating with the artist. Dr. Manal Hamzeh, a professor at the Borderlands and Ethnic Studies Department at New Mexico State University (NMSU), encouraged Albert to collaborate with Shahd. Later she acted as a translator and facilitator to Albert’s conversation with Shahd over WhatsApp and Zoom. We began looking at Shahd’s social media to get to know the artist before communicating directly with her over WhatsApp text. The outcome of this first round of communication resulted in the selection of one of Shahd’s drawings, “Our Right to Education was Stolen, Destroyed Too (Scholasticide),” to be the cover of the December 28, 2024 issue of the Journal of Ethnic Studies Pedagogies.
On the International Day of Solidarity to Palestinians, gathered at the table of NMSU Students for Justice for Palestine in Corbett, the three of us—Dr. Hamzeh, Albert, and I—expanded the collaboration with Shahd and decided to tell her story in a feature article.
Though Shahd is learning English, we decided to present a set of questions translated into Arabic. We also preferred to have Shahd fully and freely respond to the questions in her mother language, Arabic. Dr. Hamzeh was the conduit to this process. The following are pieces of her engagement with our questions that introduce who she is, what her art is about, and what she has been experiencing the past year, since the start of Israel’s genocidal war on Gaza, its 458 days and still counting.
When asked what she wanted Americans to know about the Palestinian people and their struggle, Shahd emphasized the importance of speaking out against the Israeli occupation and the U.S. funding of this genocidal war against Palestinians, even if you are not Palestinian.
“I was five years old in the 2008 war, nine years old in the 2012 war, and 11 in the 2014 war. I remember the first time my family ran from death, and in the 2014 war when we were temporarily displaced from our home. At times when the bombardment was bad, realizing the gravity of the situation and the risk of getting killed, my family would sleep in one room, so we would die together.”
These harsh conditions Palestinians in Gaza have endured have not deterred young people like Shahd, who was in her second year of college when the most recent war began in 2023, hoping to earn a bachelor's degree by the end of her studies. When this current war started, Shahd was studying at the University College for Applied Sciences in Gaza, specializing in IT. The last time a war affected her studies she was a senior in high school.
“The last and most important year of my studies, I was studying for my high school metrication exam while hearing Israeli fighter planes flying overhead and missiles exploding nearby. Despite the war, I ended the year with a 3.9 GPA,” said Shahd about her senior year of high school.
Shahd had the typical routine of a university student: She would wake up early, get coffee with her friends before morning classes, and spend her free time in the library drawing in her sketchbook. She was active on campus, attending conferences, seminars, student group meetings, and socializing with her friends. When the university student was not busy with the hustle of her college routine, she would find time to go to a cafe to have a drink and draw, or she would find time at home to work on her art. Before the current war on Gaza, Shahd drew on paper and learned digital art on her laptop or tablet.
That changed on October 9, 2023, when Shahd and her family were displaced again, this time permanently from their home in Shuja’iyya, Gaza City, under threat of death due to Israeli bombardment of residential areas. This war was not just different because of the unbridled brutality from Israeli forces. This time Shahd was separated from her father.
“As a child, I remember moments of hiding behind my father when I heard the bombs and the missiles,” said Shahd.
Shahd’s father traveled to the occupied West Bank for medical treatment three days before the war. According to the article “Cruelty against Gaza Patients Enabled by U.S. and E.U.” published by Electronic Intifada in 2022 by Maureen Clare Murphy, Palestinians have struggled to receive adequate treatment in Gaza with a total land, air, and sea blockade that has been implemented since 2007. The healthcare system in Gaza is deprived of proper advancements to deal with certain procedures. Israel has typically denied Palestinians medical transfers into advanced hospitals in Israel or nearby countries, like Jordan or Egypt. Instead, and if they get permits from Israel, most Palestinians in need of specialized medical care may be allowed to travel to the West Bank for treatment. Shahd and the rest of her family had to evacuate Gaza City, where their house is, in the center of the strip, where they were under direct risk of bombing and ethnic cleansing, at the beginning of the current war, to an area in the southern part of the strip. The Israeli military did not allow them to return to their home in Gaza City, like all displaced Palestinians from the North of Gaza, or leave Gaza to join her father in the West Bank.
“I Want My Bed” by Shahd Rajab, 2024
“This war has displaced us over 20 times; we have ended up living in a small tent; we have run from one place to another, escaping death. I only carry on me important items such as my ID card, my phone, and a single pair of pajamas. We are enduring a difficult life.”
Amid the current Israeli genocidal war on Gaza, Shahd finds strength in her art, using it not just as a form of self-expression but as a form of resistance for herself and her people.
“Art allows me to express myself and assert our just cause as Palestinians; art allows me to expose the violence of the Israeli occupation and the killing that I witness every day. I do not write my feelings, but I can draw them. When I complete a drawing, I sleep better. Through my art, I feel some joy amid the atrocities, loss, and the killing we live with.”
“Israel is actively erasing our existence as people, our memories, our schools, universities, our knowledge of the land, and our art.”
Shahd began drawing when she was seven years old. She remembers drawing cartoon characters she liked to watch as a child and how creative her father was when she was younger. Sitting together, Shahd would watch her father draw different animals with only a pen.
“I used to take my drawings to school to show my friends and teachers. The principal of the school used to love to see my drawings. Everyone, including my family, encouraged me to draw.”
Before the current war, Shahd’s favorite thing to draw was eyes. Now she draws powerful images showing the brutality of the Israeli occupation. The Israeli war on Gaza and blockade have driven up prices and dwindled supplies. After heavy bombardment, Shahd has been left with nothing but colored pencils to capture the injustice she has endured not just in the past year, but throughout her entire life. It took her months to find those colored pencils, which were very expensive. Shahd also creates images that make political commentary and reflect Palestinians’ many ways of resistance.
Despite more than 400 days of the current genocidal war on Gaza, Shahd and her people, the Palestinians, endure as they have since 1948, and insist on their right to return to their homes and land. Shahd now lives in a tent on the beach during the winter season in Gaza. She hopes, after the war, to return to her home, though she knows it is not intact, and find the drawings her mother has kept over the years still in the box among the rubble. When asked what she wanted Americans to know about the Palestinian people and their struggle, Shahd emphasized the importance of speaking out against the Israeli occupation and the U.S. funding of this genocidal war against Palestinians, even if you are not Palestinian.
Photo courtesy of Shahd Rajab
“Israel is actively erasing our existence as people, our memories, our schools, universities, our knowledge of the land, and our art. They try to steal our Palestinian heritage, they appropriated it and claim it is theirs. There will be a day when Palestine is liberated, and when we achieve our liberation, I will draw myself in the courtyard of the holy site, Al Aqsa Mosque, in Jerusalem.”
Shahd has a GoFundMe. Readers can donate to help Shahd and her family preserve the harsh life until the war is over and reunite with her father. Readers can also donate to the Palestine Red Crescent Society and UNRWA.
Acknowledgment: Dr. Manal Hamzeh translated all of Shahd’s responses to our questions, facilitated communication with her, and guided us throughout.
An evocative exhibition at the E.U. parliament, which ran from April 2 to 5, transcended the physical confines of the military prison, offering a poignant glimpse into the lives of those ensnared within its walls.
From the distant shores of Guantánamo Bay to the heart of the European Parliament in Brussels, a powerful exhibition titled "Guantánamo: Art in Captivity" emerges, shattering the silence that has long shrouded the infamous U.S. military prison. The exhibit, which relayed poignant stories from the men detained, demonstrated the power of art to bring to life the haunting images of the pain and suffering they endured.
Attending and presenting at the exhibit, I embraced my identity as detainee 441—a prisoner classified as the worst of the worst, but who, nevertheless and against all odds, was welcomed in the European Union parliament for the second time to tell a different story of Guantánamo—the men's stories. Our story.
Guantánamo is present for the second time at the E.U. parliament; the first time was last year where two Irish Members of European Parliament (MEPs) Clare Daly and Mick Wallace hosted a special conference about Guantánamo. The gathering's importance cannot be overstated, and it was described as the "most significant gathering on Guantánamo," it underscored the gravity of the ongoing human rights struggle. It provided a platform for former prisoners, 9/11 family victims, former camp staff, the former United Nations special rapporteur to Guantánamo, lawyers, activists, and advocates to raise their voices against atrocities committed in the name of justice.
Even when we were isolated from the rest of the world and had nothing in our cages, using apple stems as pencils and Styrofoam cups and clamshells as our paper, we drew flowers.
At its core were firsthand accounts of Guantánamo's horrors. Former prisoners and military personnel, including ex-Army captain and Muslim chaplain James Yee, shared tales of detention, torture, and resilience. Their stories reminded us of the human toll of indefinite detention and the urgent need for justice and accountability.
In the European Parliament, a resounding message echoed: We won't rest until Guantánamo is closed and every individual's rights are honored. This wasn't just a gathering; it symbolized the enduring human spirit's commitment to justice. May its impact inspire future generations to fight for what's right and just.
As voices filled the chamber, a collective call to action emerged. Attendees were urged to confront Guantánamo's reality and demand accountability for its crimes. Through powerful testimonies, they highlighted the plight of detainees and the need to hold perpetrators accountable.
The "Close Guantánamo!" event was a rallying cry for those who believe in every human being's dignity and worth. It reminded us that silence equals complicity and urged us to continue demanding justice until Guantánamo is closed and justice prevails for all.
Art was always present at Guantánamo, even in the opening days of 2002 when the U.S. government sent its first prisoners to Camp X-Ray. Even when we were isolated from the rest of the world and had nothing in our cages, using apple stems as pencils and Styrofoam cups and clamshells as our paper, we drew flowers. Later, we used toilet paper, powdered tea, and soap to draw and write poetry.
Of course, any form of artistic expression, particularly when we organically found ways to create beauty out of the ugliness of the prison, was always against the camp rules. Camp administrators, guards, and interrogators routinely confiscated our work and punished us. They punished us for singing and dancing, too. They feared that the we, the monsters they constructed us to be, were sending each other secret messages, instead of finding ways to cope with the brutality of detention and torture. Artistic expression made us feel human in a place that was designed to strip us of our dignity.
Before 2010, it was customary for art to be integrated into interrogation sessions within the chambers. Artwork produced during these sessions was routinely confiscated, repurposed as evidence, and classified accordingly. An illustrative example is a painting by Suliman, created during an interrogation session in 2007, serving as proof to interrogators of his artistic abilities. The painting bore multiple red stamps denoting its classification as "SECRET." Suliman inscribed his full name, the date, and signed it in Arabic.
In 2010, after former U.S. President Barack Obama ordered a complete review of Guantánamo, living conditions improved. For the first time since opening, we were allowed to attend art classes. Of course, we weren't free by any means and in order for us to attend these classes, we had to endure humiliating searches, and thereafter we were shackled and chained to desks and chairs while in the classroom. Even though we only had a few minutes in class and the supplies were limited, these classes provided us with a place where we could express ourselves outside the confines of a system that criminalized us and treated us as irredeemable.
We could draw and paint the world outside we missed most—the beautiful blue sky, the sea, flowers, and nature. We painted our pain, our fear, our hope, our dreams. After eight years of indefinite and arbitrary detention, we felt connected again to our lost humanity. Each brushstroke colored in a piece of who we once were.
During the Obama administration, we were allowed to send our artwork to our lawyers and families. The journey of artwork out of Guantánamo was similar to ours, and it was not spared from the violence that is Guantánamo.
Each painting we created had to go through a rigorous process of review and censorship by multiple agencies and departments in order to leave the prison. Some of our artwork disappeared, some was redacted and silenced, and some made it out of the military prison. Was that ship a message? Was the art communicating an imminent threat? Anything suspicious lead to immediate disappearance (a death sentence). If artworks survived the scrutiny of the censors, they were registered, numbered, and stamped. But that didn't mean the artwork wouldn't be confiscated or taken later. Suffice it to say that the stamp on the back of the art continues to be reminder of the violence we endured, and which many still endure, at Guantánamo .
Moreover, like Guantánamo prisoners, some art died at Guantánamo. Some art is still held there waiting to be released.
At one point, even the U.S. government created an art gallery at the camp to exhibit our artwork for visitors and the media. While art helped to make us human again, the camp administration used what we created to construct the illusion that we were treated humanely.
I was one of the prisoners who made it out of Guantánamo—more fortunate than many who continue to languish behind bars. My journey to this point—standing in front of the E.U. parliament as a free man without shackles, chains, and no guards dragging me around for sport—was long and arduous. While I stood in my orange shirt looking at each painting for the first time after I was released in 2016, the memories of the place that tortured and detained me flashed through my mind, tears blurring my vision as I reconnected with my paintings. It was not just feelings of anguish however that filled my memories, but resilience as well—the resilience that I knew then would get me here now.
"It's nice to see you again my sweethearts. I'm glad we made it in one piece. I've missed you."
These are all things I said to my paintings, which could never be reduced to a piece of paper, but are testaments to our struggle for survival amid unimaginable cruelty.
This evocative exhibition, which ran from April 2 to 5, transcended the physical confines of the military prison, offering a poignant glimpse into the lives of those ensnared within its walls. Each stroke of the brush is a testament to the artists' resilience, a silent plea for justice. Each painting is proof of survival, while also being an act of resistance. We entrusted our secrets, tears, and hope to art from Guantánamo.
While the U.S. government suppressed our voices by banning and threatening to burn our artwork in 2017, courageous MEPs like Stelios Kouloglou, Daly, Wallace have breathed life into our creations, challenging these oppressive measures and amplifying our cries for justice. It's my honor to curate this exhibition. "Art from Guantánamo" marks a historic moment—a beacon of hope illuminating the darkness of secrecy and isolation.
The artwork on display varies from poignant portraits that capture the depth of human experience to haunting landscapes that echo the desolation of confinement. Each piece narrates a story of shattered dreams, stifled aspirations, and voices yearning to be heard.
These creations narrate stories of dreams that were imprisoned and aspirations stifled. They serve as a stark reminder of the human cost of policies shrouded in secrecy, urging us to confront uncomfortable truths and demand accountability.
As visitors navigated the exhibition, they were confronted with uncomfortable truths—the human consequences of policies enacted in the name of national security. The art became a call to action, urging a demand for accountability and the upholding of fundamental principles of human rights.
Among the collective voices, four names resonate with enduring resilience—Khalid Qassim, Moath Al-Alwi ,Tawfiq Al-Bihani, and Ammar al-Baluchi. These artists, imprisoned in Guantánamo for over two decades despite three of them have been cleared for release, continue to defy injustice through their art, their spirits unbroken by the passage of time. Their art, bleeding from behind bars, epitomizes the unwavering spirit of resilience in the face of injustice.
Among the attendees of the exhibition were Guantánamo lawyers Alka Pradhan and Navy Lieutenant Jennifer Joseph, who represent several of the prisoners. During a panel discussion, Pradhan shed light on the legal complexities surrounding Guantánamo, remarking, "It is deeply moving to witness the resilience and humanity of men who have endured unimaginable suffering. This exhibition serves as a poignant reminder of the ongoing crisis at Guantánamo and underscores the urgent need for global unity to put an end to this atrocity."
The impact of "Art from Guantánamo" transcended the walls of the exhibition space. It served as a call to carry these stories forward, to advocate for justice and freedom beyond. Let us amplify the voices of those who seek justice and speak of resilience despite their confinement. May this exhibition ignite conversations that spark action—a collective demand for the closure of Guantánamo and a renewed commitment to accountability.
This is a unique opportunity to witness firsthand the enduring human spirit in the face of unimaginable hardship. Together, let us ensure that these stories are heard and that the fight for justice continues.
Today, 30 individuals remain imprisoned in Guantánamo, 16 of whom have been cleared for release. However, despite efforts to address the situation, reports of abuse in the prison persist. Last month, detainees in Guantánamo went on a hunger strike to protest the mistreatment and abuse they endure, yet the U.S. government continues to suppress such reports, denying journalists access to the prison for accurate reporting.
During her visit to Guantánamo last year, the former U.N. Special Rapporteur Fionnuala Ní Aoláin expressed significant concerns regarding the treatment of prisoners. Her report highlights alarming issues such as the ongoing detention of individuals without trial, limited access to healthcare, and the potential use of torture methods, including prolonged periods of solitary confinement. Additionally, she emphasized the absence of proper legal procedures, drawing attention to the prolonged imprisonment of individuals without formal trials.
Guantánamo symbolizes injustice, torture, and abuse of power. It is where humanity and beauty are sentenced to death. However, the “Art from Guantánamo" exhibit in the European Parliament conveys a different message—one of survival. This is why we must heed the call to action for justice and accountability that is deeply embedded in each of the paintings. Now that many of us have borne witness to the men's powerful stories, we must ensure that they are never again silenced and in doing so, commit ourselves to the pursuit of justice, dignity, and freedom for all.
As more and more of us live to advanced years, it is crucial to accept and even embrace our condition.
Much to my surprise, I find that I’m now part of a large minority that is often ignored, frequently disdained, and regularly segregated.
I am old.
And indeed, it’s quite a shock to find that the world in which I worked, struggled, dreamed, and loved now regards me quite differently than it did only 10 years ago. Growing old, it seems, is a condition that Western post-industrial society and culture do not consider meaningful, useful, or even valid. And yet, the truth is, and this is also a surprise, that as we become old, we enter a time of life, even with its losses and deficits, that is not a defective version of youth or middle age, but is something quite different, with its own qualities, discoveries, and surprises.
But as the world becomes perhaps more distant and out of our control, we begin to see patterns we had never imagined or only dimly sensed.
“Ageism” is an attitude people inflict on themselves. Old people are what almost everyone will become. But somehow, this part of existence is treated as something that must be actively ignored, as if old age were an infectious disease transmitted by acknowledging it. Or a misfortune that can be averted by denying it. “You’re only as old as you think you are,” said my son recently. “Only young people think that,” I snapped. Contemplating dying and death is, it seems, more appealing than imagining being old.
Most books and articles on aging offer brisk, hard-nosed advice about patient management or wishful thinking packaged as self-help. But Atul Gawande has written with unsparing clarity about the bleak fate of institutional powerlessness, offered in the name of “care” and “safety,” which almost half of us face in old age. The number of euphemisms for “old” proliferate, as if by not using the word, we could forestall the fact. But the intense and complex inner experiences that come with aging are rarely probed.
We cannot escape the fact that old age is a time of loss. Old, we experience depletion in many parts of our lives. Our bodies and senses weaken, become unreliable in unforeseen ways, fall subject to illness, and require more attention simply to continue a reasonable level of function. More difficult is the loss of friends and family and the changes in the social institutions where we once had a place. Most difficult and certainly most frightening is the threat or actual loss of mental capacity. None of these occurrences are part of how we thought of ourselves or planned our future. As we age, our lives become strangely unrecognizable. We realize that life is no longer in our control. And old age ends only when we enter a terrain that is truly and completely unknown.
Thus, more than any other time in life, old age is the time of deepest and most pervasive uncertainty. The uncertainty regarding our financial sustainability is not the least of these, but somehow comes to epitomize the perilousness of our situation. How we will manage being ourselves, being in our world, is no longer obvious. So we feel the world moving away from us. We can no longer reach out and grasp and cling, control and shape what’s happening. Our future is no longer limitless. It is genuinely and utterly unknowable.
But as the world becomes perhaps more distant and out of our control, we begin to see patterns we had never imagined or only dimly sensed. Our world, our selves become less stable and less secure. Everything is more intensely transitory. Situations, objects, places, people become, moment by moment, very deeply to be cherished, valued; loved, not in spite of being impermanent, but because they and we are only together for this moment. Colors become more vivid, momentary smells, sudden sounds, temperatures and textures, memories, ideas, gestures appear, vanish, and only briefly detach themselves from the flow of sensoria. We take less and less for granted.
Late in their lives, Titian, Michelangelo, O’Keeffe, Tagore, Jean Rhys, Palladio, Daisy Loongkoonan, Paul Cézanne, Janáček, Maria Martinez, Stravinsky, and many others found new and unexpected ways of looking at themselves and their world. They continued and even extended their arts. In old age, as their bodies weakened and the world changed, they did not look away. Instead, in worlds of decline and loss, they experienced new tonalities, new music, new patterns. Having exhausted more conventional possibilities, they discovered new relationships to melody and harmony, to narrative, to color, form, light, and space. They found unforeseen paths, articulated subtleties and beauties never before encountered. The work they have left us and the stories of their lives are signposts for us.
This is not to say that we, the old, will all accomplish extraordinary things. But our situation, the actual experience of aging, is an opening for all of us. We here encounter something unexpected, sometimes frightening, sometimes revelatory. And now, as more and more of us live to advanced years, it is crucial to accept and even embrace our condition. This time of life offers new viewpoints in a world that cannot stop its habitual obsession with consuming and polluting. It does so, even as those who care for us cannot imagine our inner life, the uncertainty, peril, and, above all, the continued restless searching which is mind itself. Old age may seem too painful to contemplate and explore, but indeed we must. It is a time of life we might wish to ignore but which all of us, the living, will and must share. It is inevitable. And it is, in its own way, a gift.
For, as Thoreau once said, “Not ‘til we are lost… not ‘til we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.”