notes of a non-combatant

sabr

“Sabr,” he called over to me, pointing to the little green discs protruding from the piles of rubble, “nihna hek el’sabr.” His comparison was correct when he said that that the people of Johor El’Deek are like the small cactus that grows regardless of location, sprouting from dunes of wreckage left over from demolished homes. The plant is known to grow all across Palestine, from the rocky desert to the hills. [...]