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Story of the Witness Gaza Project

The Witness Gaza Project provided direct financial support to Palestinian photojournalists as Israel’s deadly assault on journalists and total blockade on foreign journalism in Gaza led to the killing of 240 Palestinian journalists and a complete lack of foreign coverage.

The project, in solidarity with the Palestinian struggle for self-determination, emerged from a disturbing sense of impotence in the face of genocide. Our goal was to connect with journalists working in Gaza to capture the realities of the ongoing genocide, to amplify their voices and images, and to stand in solidarity with our Palestinian brothers and sisters. The cash support was to ensure their safety and survival as they risked their lives to document the systematic destruction of Gaza between August and October 2025.

Reflections from Mohammed Alatar
on the Witness Gaza Project collaboration

“When I started working on the ‘Witness Gaza’ project, I genuinely thought it would be a minor endeavor—something that would take a few days to complete. Instead, two months later, as we approach the end, I would like to share some of the complications we encountered. Perhaps this will give you a clearer idea of what is happening on the ground here, in both Gaza and the West Bank.

The initial focus of the project was to highlight the plight of Palestinian journalists in Gaza and investigate why so many have been killed in this current conflict—a toll exceeding that of any other war in modern or ancient history. The idea was to find photographers and videographers in Gaza who could help us gather footage that documents the struggles facing Palestinian journalists there.

I began searching for professionals in Gaza, many of whom I know personally. The major obstacle, however, was reaching them. Most of the time, Gaza has no internet or phone service. When connections were available, they were weak and primarily used by people to check on their families and loved ones. Communicating with the journalists was an incredibly difficult and persistent problem.

While waiting to secure a photographer, a major incident occurred: Israel bombed the roof of a hospital in Gaza, killing five journalists. I searched for a journalist who was there and witnessed the event, and I found one. He had filmed an incredible, dramatic account on his phone, having witnessed the entire incident. I managed to reach him, and he agreed to send me the footage so we could produce a short clip.

The new problem was how to get the footage out of Gaza. The internet was practically nonexistent, and even if it briefly appeared, it was so weak that uploading a 1 GB video would take an eternity. After a week of tireless efforts, we finally managed to download the videos and create a clip highlighting the incident where the five journalists were killed.
Once the footage was secured, I needed the voice-over from the journalist who filmed it, so he could recount what truly happened and what he witnessed. Finding a quiet place in Gaza to record a voice-over proved to be virtually impossible. Between the constant shooting, the bombing, the screaming, and the general chaos of Gaza, it was nearly hopeless.

After another week of trying, we finally succeeded in recording him. He sent me a voice message via WhatsApp, as most professional equipment in Gaza had been destroyed and there was no clean recorder available. When I received the audio, the quality was not suitable for a professional video, forcing us to hire an external company to clean and process the voice track.

The editing of the video was supposed to take place here in the West Bank. I reside in Ramallah, and my editor lives in Nablus. There are three major checkpoints between Ramallah and Nablus; the West Bank is cut into pieces by checkpoints, and violent armed settlers are spread across the territory. Traveling the road is extremely dangerous. The distance between Ramallah and Nablus usually takes about 30 to 40 minutes, but now, it can take half a day to travel, and that’s if you are lucky enough to pass the checkpoints and reach your destination.

I initially tried to bring my editor from Nablus. We managed to work for a short period, but he had to return immediately because Nablus was facing an imminent invasion, and he needed to be with his family.

How, then, could I get the editor back to Ramallah? I finally agreed that he should come and stay with me until the project was finished. We managed to get him out of Nablus; he came to stay for five days, and we worked day and night to complete the editing. The project that was supposed to take a few days ended up taking two months, consuming immense amounts of energy, time, and pain. I am reminded of a quote by Rosa Luxemburg: “Those who do not move do not notice their chains.” In Palestine, when you start moving and working, you immediately grasp the layered “matrix of control” imposed on the Palestinian people. Everything here is a struggle; everything is difficult, and everything is man-made and designed to be so.

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being part of this project, especially for coming from America. Most Palestinians truly believe that the only thing standing between them and their freedom is the American administration and its blind support for Israel. It warms my heart to let them know that this project was supported by many ordinary Americans who have a big heart and are willing to help and show solidarity.

The Palestinian people are in need of so many things right now, but what is most profoundly needed is hope—the hope to survive, to keep going, and to dream of tomorrow. Your active kindness provides hope for the hopeless.

Thank you very much for your service, your kindness, your generosity, and most of all, for being a human who feels the pain of your fellow human beings. Thank you.”

– Mohammed Alatar

Film by Moath Emad Miqdad, produced by Mohammed Alatar

Progress Without Wisdom…
A Civilization Without a Soul

By Mohammed Alatar

Progress without wisdom is like a body without a soul—moving, alive, yet devoid of meaning.

In an age where technology accelerates and achievements pile up, we rarely stop to ask the most important question: Where are we headed?

We have become contemporaries of everything… except our own souls. The world advances in every field—except in wisdom.

What is the value of motion without direction? What is the meaning of life without a spirit to guide it?

Wisdom is not the ornament of progress—it is its essence. Without it, all we live becomes mere noise without purpose.

The world today does not lack speed—it lacks a compass.

We build, invent, explore space, and program artificial intelligence… yet we remain unable to tame our anger, to understand pain, to stop killing, to recognize the humanity of the other.

The more material progress we make, the more the values that give us our humanity recede.

And so we arrive at a terrifying paradox: we possess all the means to live, yet lack the meaning that makes life worth living.

We do not need more progress.
We need wisdom—to restore to this progress a heart, a conscience, a purpose.

For the body alone does not make a human, just as progress alone does not make a civilization.

It is the soul that matures, refines, and teaches us how to walk—not just forward, but toward the better.

But this is not mere philosophical lament. The body that moves without a soul, the compass that has been lost, have today found a stage upon which their tragedy is laid bare… a stage called Gaza.

There, words stop and things themselves begin to speak.

There, progress is not measured by the height of our buildings, but by the depth of the craters left by our “smart” bombs.

There, “artificial intelligence” becomes moral stupidity when it draws targets on the bodies of children, and “means of communication” turn into tools for broadcasting death live.

Progress without wisdom does not see human beings in Gaza—it sees a “security problem.”
It does not hear the cries of mothers—it hears “background noise.”
It looks at homes buried over their inhabitants and calls them “collateral damage.”
It counts the souls lost as “numbers in a report.”

This progress has given us the ability to destroy an entire neighborhood with the press of a button—yet stripped us of the ability to feel even the prick of a conscience.

Gaza is not only a political or military failure—it is a civilizational bankruptcy.

It is proof that we have reached the summit of technology only to fall into the deepest moral abyss.

And here Gaza stands today—it does not ask us about our satellites or the speed of our internet.
It does not want our planes or our tanks.

It stands amid the rubble of the “developed world” and hurls in our faces the only question that matters—the question of wisdom:
“Where is your humanity?”If we cannot answer that, then everything we have built, and everything we will build, will remain nothing more than a lavish monument…
on the grave of a civilization that has lost its soul.

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