This Land is Our Land
Around this time in 1976, 2,100 hectares of land owned by Palestinians in the Galilee were confiscated by Israel.
Around this time in 1976, 2,100 hectares of land owned by Palestinians in the Galilee were confiscated by Israel.
Each spring, families across the world celebrate Mother’s Day, a day of flowers, breakfast in bed, and makeshift gifts for our matriarchs. If spring is the season of hope and life, mothers are the settled roots that remain grounded and steady year-round. Mother’s Day in this sense sounds simple and pleasant. A familiar embrace of traditions: showcasing a child’s handmade coupon book or sharing breakfast with a bouquet of fresh flowers often handpicked from a nearby garden or field. However, this Arab Mother’s Day, nothing is familiar, particularly for the mothers of Gaza.
Recently, history was made when journalist and Masafer Yatta resident, Basel Adra, became the first Palestinian filmmaker to be awarded an Oscar for his film, No Other Land, a documentary, takes place in Masafer Yatta, a community in the occupied Southern West Bank.
March 8th marks International Women’s Day– a day to celebrate our collective strength, resilience, and the abundance of beauty to be found in each one of us no matter where we might be. We at UPA want to focus on a group that embodies these values despite the most impossible deprivation and violence: the Palestinian woman.
To that 8-year-old girl I see roaming the streets daily with her red nose, blue limbs, slender body that shakes under a rugged coat, and eyes withering from excessive sleep deprivation, collecting paper, wood and anything combustible…
Nestled in the hills near Jerash in northern Jordan lies Gaza Camp, a place that carries the weight of history and the hopes of thousands of Palestinian refugees forced there following the Israeli Occupation of Gaza in 1967.
These are meters between life and death. Here initiates a major fight for existence – perish, or survive. Here you feel survivor’s guilt from all the massacres committed against the Palestinian civilians.
We decided to follow the forced displacement to the south in an attempt to save what is left of our lives. Per the usurper’s instructions, the safe passageway to the South is Salaheddeen St., the street that connects Gaza from the farthest point north to the south of the Strip.
I had told you before that I will narrate to you the journey to the south of the Gaza Strip. It’s not a trip; it is migration and forced, unjust displacement under fire and bombardment. Yes, that’s what it is.
We stayed in our home until the last breath. After the world couldn’t hold us anymore, we decided to move to the hospital and I told you that story.