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Nakba: Palestine in Our Blood and Memory

Living in Palestine is a privilege.  I did not choose to live here, but I was born here, as my mother and father before me, and their mothers and fathers before them, and the land and its history are in our blood and memory.  When visitors ask my father, “How long has your family been living in the country?” he always replies, “My grandfathers played chess with the shepherds who received the good news about the birth of Jesus Christ.”

An Unlikely Friendship, Part 2 of 2

I was not only shocked.  My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.  I would not accept this terrible news.  I could not.  Out of everyone, why Simon?   I wanted to help, but I was helpless.  

An Unlikely Friendship, Part 1 of 2

In 2011, my employer encouraged me to see beyond the present as I had been working and teaching in the same institution for several years.  That July, I applied to study at Tel Aviv University’s Sofaer International program.  I had two main hesitations.  First, I wasn’t sure if I would be accepted as a business degree is quite different from the degree I studied for my BA.  Second, I am a Palestinian; Tel Aviv is in Israel.

Bee Responds to The Problem with Permits


Abbsi, my dear friend, as a Palestinian who enjoys freedom of movement, it aches me that you are stripped of such a basic right. I cannot understand how it it feels to be denied this. You are right that Israelis can freely move and travel; however, they are trapped in a different kind of prison: the prison of fear.

A West Banker Goes to Haifa

My husband and I took this opportunity to go visit our friends in Haifa and Shfa Amr, since my husband has a three-month permit, which Israel granted to most Christians in the West Bank. I had been to both Haifa and Shfa Amr previously, but my husband had never been to either in his last 26 years living in the West Bank. It surprised a lot of people to hear that it was his first time visiting Haifa, particularly since it’s only an hour away from Ramallah (without checkpoints, etc.). Most people in Haifa and the North don’t understand the lack of opportunities that West Bankers have to visit 1948 Israeli occupied areas such as Haifa.

Friendships across Borders

Recently, a few of my friends from Jerusalem invited me and my kids to join them and their children for a picnic on a spring day. Due to logistics, we planned it a few weeks before to make sure everyone had the afternoon off of work, that our children would be home from school, and most notably, that it would be during the Easter permit period when Christians have permission to enter Israel. 

Use a Tuk Tuk: Part 2

‘We will let you pass,’ the soldier said. My heart leapt in my chest. I will make it across the border! ‘Use a tuk tuk,’ he said, ‘It is a long, narrow and dark area, too long to walk.’

Use a Tuk Tuk

I am from the Gaza Strip. I was born and raised here, spending my childhood and teenage years on this small piece of land between Israel, Egypt and the sea. I studied in Egypt, and by the time I graduated, there was war. So I left Egypt to live in Libya. There I met my husband, who is from Bethlehem. After six years we returned to his family and home in the West Bank.

Just Another Day in Jerusalem

I saw Jerusalem through different eyes today.  I saw the city through the eyes of my front seat passenger who let out a gasp as my car curved around Sha'arei Tzedek hospital onto Herzl Blvd where the glistening silver of the Jerusalem light rail caught him off guard in the early morning sunlight.  The involuntary reaction was expelled like that out of a small child seeing the ocean for the first time.