We are all humans, with blood and feelings. When words come from our authentic heart, this will reach out to other people’s hearts and minds. I believe in change, I want to make a change in my community and other communities, I want to show all the world my story as a Palestinian refugee. I … Continue reading From Pain Into Action
By Sam, Palestine After graduating from university in 2015, I spent three years moving around the cities of the West Bank, unemployed and looking for a job or any other opportunity. Given the situation of favouritism and nepotism in my country, all my attempts meant nothing, and I lived three years in a bubble of … Continue reading The Change Just Started / A Palestinian refugee between the hammer of pain and the anvil of hope
By Mazen, Palestine Actually, I am not exactly sure why we are refusing it; however, when digging deeper into Palestinian media parties you will find a kind of Schizophrenia. Let me tell you how! We, as Palestinians, are divided into political, social, economic and religious groups, therefore we still do not know what we want … Continue reading Deal of the Century: Why We Refuse!
By Elianne Kremer, Israel. Six months after I arrived to Israel, I was living in Jerusalem and the terrorist attacks began. I didn’t really understand what was going on. People were afraid, it was possible to feel the discomfort in public spaces, in the bus mainly. Nobody wanted to be there, as if the expectancy … Continue reading It’s a Matter of Perspectives
By Osama. A Chapter 1, My Family: The pain just started 1948. This is the year when my family was first displaced from our homeland in Beer Sheva. It happened during the war, our house and farm were looted in cold blood. My grandfather passed away 10 years ago. He always told me … Continue reading A Palestinian refugee, between the hammer of pain and the anvil of hope Chapter I/VI, My Family: The pain just started
By Dean, Israel It’s late at night and I had been up since 5 am. We’re somewhere in Jordan, a horizon of sand hidden in the darkness. Someone had mentioned sitting outside by the firepit. Strangers, mostly. I’m not sure where the firepit is. I’m not sure anyone is going to want to talk with … Continue reading Do You Know What?