Aghawat Street is a hybrid text blending fiction, the author’s diaristic account of displacement as a mother of a four-year-old daughter in Gaza, lullabies once sung to children in the strip and the accounts and histories of the streets, people and other mothers she meets during her journey. The text’s title comes from Aghawat Street, the alleyway where the author was last displaced and whose people hold stories that do not make it to the news. It is places like Aghawat that the text looks to chronicle, as these streets, neighborhoods and camps have been undergoing erasure for the past two years of the aggression on Gaza.