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Over the months, I found that I could barely assemble a coherent account of the day’s events. At this point, I only hope to lay down a few fragments of that day’s memories, detailing portions of the January afternoon in Hebron when we decided to see the city’s weekly protests for ourselves. Women were walking along the streets, coughing through scarves [...]
I could be there among the tear gas, my eyes flooding and throat closing, airways constricting and my brain forcing my legs to move out from the situation. I could put a few olive trees in between myself and the soldiers, though the grove’s shade offers little protection from the high-velocity grenades that rain from [...]
Sitting on the same multicolor, striped rug as two days ago, tapping away at my keyboard in the shade of the same palm-leaf roof, the exact same things are running through my mind as though nothing has changed. Following my last post- which reflected upon how life would surely continue in Palestine without me and [...]
The gunfire will resume tomorrow, if it hasn’t already started this week. Rubber bullets, metal bullets, blank cartridges, tear gas, percussion grenades- all Israeli favors in what we’ve termed Friday afternoon “parties.” Flip a coin, as the probability is just as steep that another child will die tomorrow before he even reaches puberty, just in the city of Hebron alone. Following the mid-day prayers, the chaos will ensue [...]
