If Palestinians are able to put together a government of genuine unity, then the international community must recognise it… by Caroline Lucas

"Are EU taxpayers really happy to pay to reconstruct what US taxpayers have paid to destroy?" This was a typically provocative question from Palestinian political leader Mustafa Barghouti, when I met with him last week, as part of a delegation of European parliament members.

Israeli groups that focus on Jewish and Arab coexistence are just beginning to wrestle with the fallout from the Gaza war... By Joshua Mitnick | Correspondent of The Christian Science Monitor

Beersheva, Israel - The Hagar bilingual kindergarten was founded as a rare cocoon from ethnic alienation for children and parents in Israel. But even this place of innocence and coexistence isn't immune to the deeper divisions between Jews and Arabs here that has followed the Gaza
war.

"When Assin came back from her first day [after the war] she said, 'Mommy, today we played war between Israel and Gaza,' " says Suha Farhat, about her 5-year-old daughter.

The school intended to meet Tuesday, in part to address students' and parents' feelings following the battle between Israel and Hamas, but discussing it may have proved too painful. Few parents came.

George Gallawy the British Member of Parliament and head of the Viva Palestina Campaign for ending the siege on Gaza, starts his convoy from London all the way to Gaza along with a number of British personalities and media reporters on Saturday 14th of February 2009. The convey is to travel from London through to France, Spain, Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, Libya, Egypt and then into Gaza crossing more than 5000 miles.

As battle raged in Gaza, Israeli soldiers forced Majdi Abed Rabbo to risk his life as a go-between in the hunt for three Hamas fighters. This is his story... By Donald Macintyre in Jabalya, Gaza

After yet another fierce, 45-minute gun battle, Majdi Abed Rabbo was ordered once again to negotiate his perilous way across the already badly-damaged roof of his house, through the jagged gap in the wall and slowly down the stairs towards the first-floor apartment in the rubble-strewn house next door. Not knowing if the men were dead or alive, he shouted for the second time that day: "I'm Majdi. Don't be afraid."