NOVANEWS
These Palestinians in the above picture are “fortunate”. They have a “home”. Yes, it has no roof. The remaining walls may collapse at any time. They sit and sleep on the debris. All their belongings are crushed deep under the rubble. But it is a “home”.
The man is enjoying his tea. The little boy is enjoying his rope. The two young girls dream of the future. The three women think of the present. But they have a “home”. No place is better than home.
“Thanks, all the thanks” to Jewish settlers. They did not evict this Palestinian family from their home as the chosen people normally do.
I “envy” this family. In 1948, my mother, 3 sisters and I escaped Jewish mortar shelling of the “holy” city of Jerusalem. We ran to Jericho. We slept in the open. Palestinian sand was our mattress. The beautiful stars were our cover. The shining moon was our lamp. But it was not our home. We were “intruders”, running for our lives, wandering Palestinians seeking to survive “.
Ali Baghdadi
(Arab Journal, Chicago)
