Morning Diary: Visiting Akka “Akko” |اليوم الخامس: زيارتي في عكا فلسطين المحتلة

April 24 2015

Visiting Akka, is like a dream come to reality. I have been here 3 years ago and today felt like the very first time again. The stone speaks to you history, the colors are ancient Arabian, a City like this can not be anything but pure Middle-Eastern.

I have learned so much today, so much about the Palestinian culture and the Israelis. I have learned that where you see trees of cactus and fig, then be certain that the Arabs live or have lived there. Palestinians used to grow cactus around their villages, and Israel has been trying to get rid of them, but cactus trees are stubborn. I have learned that Israel built itself from building communities through Kibbutz and Moshav. A kibbutz is a group of people and families who live together, eat together, grow up together, go to school together and share their money equally. And a Moshav is like a neighborhood that includes a small land along with the house for families to plant and use for agriculture. Both are with a gate that closes at night and need a special code to enter, and both are only Jewish. I learned that Akka is connected to Ras al-Nakhoura “Rosh HaNikra” and is a chalk cliff that were formed into cave looking mountains from the Mediterranean Sea.

I learned that occupied Palestine is a love affair. You can never get enough of learning about it, and the more you learn about it, the deeper you fall in love with it. I learned that Palestine wants to be for everyone and Israel’s occupation is only diluting it.

Morning Diary: Attending Al Nakba Protest versus Israel Independence Day Celebrations |اليوم الرابع: مسيرة العودة يوم احتفال اسرائيل لعيد استقلال

April 23 2015

As soon as I told my mother that I will be in Palestine during the day the Israelis celebrate their independence day, she replied to me saying, “Independence from who or what?”. Seriously. What independence are they celebrating? Our Nakba? The Palestinian occupation? Are they celebrating winning over a land that was never theirs? For those who are not aware of what Nakba is: In 1948 750,000 Palestinians were forced to leave their homes along with 31 massacres, and 531 Palestinian villages destroyed. Unfortunately house demolishing, village destroying and more Palestinians are being forced to leave until today. And this is what Israel is celebrating.

Oh well, there are so many things in this country that just sound crazy, to those who are well exposed to the truth of it all. Anyway, on that very same day, Palestinians who are in occupied Palestine “known as Israel” join a protest in one of the 1948 destroyed villages, demanding the rights of all the Palestinian around the world to return home. Not only do most Palestinians around the world have no rights to return home, but yet worse than all of that, most Palestinians around the world (including the West Bank) are not allowed to even visit their own home. And this is a fact. So Palestinians in the West Bank are unable to join the protest, unless they have permission from Israel.

I was unable to make it all the way to where the protest took place, but I did go half way, and I was very much touched to see children and elders join the protest. A woman who was in her late 70’s said, “I have joined this protest since they started 18 years ago, and I will join it every year until we get our rights to return home.”

Besides the storming politics of my day, I had a wonderful Palestinian breakfast prepared by one of the most generous and warm Palestinian mother who lives in occupied Palestine. She made me a dish called “Shakshoka” and it is just like “Alayet Bandoura with eggs”. Delicious. I was very lucky to meet such a warm family.

Later in the evening, we headed to Haifa, one of my favorite cities in Palestine. I had a walk around the neighborhood and was invited for dinner: a great dish of Kofta with Tahini at the German Street.

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Morning Diary: Moving from Nablus to the Occupied Territories – Palestine Israel | اليوم الثالث:زيارتي من نابلس الى المناصق المحتلا

April 22 2015

I couldn’t blog my last few days since I was caught up between moving from one place to another, lost my connection as I moved from the West Bank area (supposedly a free Palestinian area only you are a little locked in and have no rights to move out without the permission of the Israelis) to the 1948 occupied Palestinian areas (or to what most people refer to as Israel). So if you have a Palestinian line in the Palestinian territories, you can no longer use it in the occupied territories, and we are talking about areas that are only 10 minutes away from one another. Insane, but true.

But anyway, on my third day, I was lucky enough to have a local Nabulsi نابلسي young man to be my guide and show me around, and he showed me the wonders of Nablus. As the Samaritans السامريون told me there: “3 things you must do while in Nablus” 1- Eat Knafeh 2- Visit a Nabusli Soap Company مصنع صابون نابلسي and 3-Visit Mount Gerizim but I believe you should add 4- Have Mashawi BBQ 5- Walk the old city and 6- Visit Mount Ebal.

And truly, this is what I did, we went to one of the biggest Nabulsi Soap companies in Nablus “Al Jamal – Shakaa Company” and I promise you it is like going into Disney land, for it is a world of it’s own, and not just any world, a beautiful slippery one. I truly loved it from learning about the Olive Oil to how they mix with Water and very little baking soda, then they spread it in an indoor field, they leave it for about 4 months to dry, hand cut each one, hand stamp each one, and hand package each one. Amazing.

Then we went to have food, great Mashawi, made with the best spices, of-course this meal should be followed with a Knafeh the most amazing dessert in Palestine. As we finished we headed to the “Khan Al Wikaleh” old city where the oldest cinema is located and what is now known as where the Milano shoe shop is. We checked out the new project renovation that is just beautiful to visit. You will find Ancient Roman leftovers.

As we finished we headed towards the hilltop of Jirzeim where the Samaritans are located, and we went for a tour there where apparently they have a gate of their own and you sort of need permission to enter. As we were finished, time have passed us by and I had to rush back and leave Nablus to Tulkarem to meet with my friends from the 1948 occupied area.

I was there in no time, my friends from Nablus could no longer go further; they were not allowed in the occupied territories (into Israel). Since they are not occupied by the Israelis, they are locked in the West Bank. Therefore we had to wait for my Palestinian friends who have Israeli passports to come in and pick me up to cross the boarder.

I went in and started my journey inside the 1948 occupied territories. Again greeted by the warmest Palestinian families, they made me feel at home. The warmth they have in their hearts is remarkable. I was welcomed into 3 homes, listening to stories that break our hearts and eating food cooked by Palestinians. I had Fteret Zaatar and Wara Dawali.

Morning Diary: Visiting Nablus – Palestine | اليوم الثاني: زيارتي في نابلس

April 21 2015,

Today I packed my bags, and before moving to my next destination, I went to meet with an old Palestinian man, who sat with me and told me about his story with his house; that he lost, when he was a kid. The house that turned into a dream house, visiting the dream house that turned into a goal, and the visit that turned into an Israeli Palestinian one of a kind relationship. A relationship that started in search for peace, in search for a solution to the conflict, in search for a solution to return the houses that belong to Palestinians, in hopes that justice will take place for both parties. The story created heart-break, unjustified answers to open questions, but a new unpredictable light of hope. The house was turned into a nursery for Palestinian kids in the occupied territories “what many today like to call Israel”.

There is hope. I believe, to the Palestinian Israeli ongoing conflict. Even if it feels super complex, but I still feel there must be a way. I finished listening to the story and went on with my trip to Nablus, what is supposedly my hometown. A home I never lived in, visited only few times, although it is literally an hour and a half drive from Amman; “The city I live in today”. But since the occupation decided to make things complicated, I now need about 10 hours to get to what is supposed to be home.

I must admit that I felt home, the moment I walked into Ramalla, I felt home. I felt safe, I felt between my people, for once, I can say my people. Since where ever you go, there is always the question: Where are you from? And for the very first time, I have to stop thinking about the answer, and instead just say…. I am from Here. And in Nablus, I felt rooted, it is such a beautiful feeling to know that your ancestors existed here, walked on this same street you are probably walking on, when people ask about your name and they know who you are and who your grandfather and his grandfather is.

I had great lunch at relatives, great hospitality, beautiful energy, warm and welcoming. I then headed downtown, to the cold city, of the center of the city, where it was filled with shops between old houses and old buildings, all made of old stone and you can smell history in it. Friendly, warm and loving people.

 

Morning Diary: Visiting Ramalla – Palestine | اليوم الاول: زيارتي في رام الله

April 20 2015,

I left Amman on the 19th towards Palestine, what is supposed to be an hour drive. But since I have to cross the border with a Canadian passport and an Arabic name, regardless that it is not mentioned anywhere that I am originally Palestinian, but I seem to carry a well-known Palestinian family name and a Jordanian passport like most Palestinians, it had to take me 6 hours to get there.

Five hours of waiting. interrogated 4 times with the same set of questions, and there you go, half my day was spent at the border staring at the ceiling. Worth it. At least for me. Palestine is worth a wait for days, months, and to many of us, years and generations.

I arrived to Ramalla, starving. So we went to have the best Shwerma in town “Abu Iskandar”. Seriously, it is the size of 3 shwerma sandwiches in Amman. Delicious and rich. The next day, I went to visit Kalandia Refugee Camp and met “Im Nimer” a woman who was thrown out of her own village Sar’a قرية صرعة and is still waiting to go back. She has her house key saved around the house, although her house was demolished years ago. She said to me, “I want to go back, I don’t care where I will stay, I will sit on fabric under a tree for all I care, I just want to feel back home, back to where I belong, back to what was once taken away from me by force, where I met my husband, where I planned my wedding, and I want to just live my last 2 months before I die.”

After this heart breaking story, I went to visit Beirzeit, a Palestinian town very close to Ramalla. Very old, and very authentic. Met another old woman by coincidence as soon as we parked, she looked gorgeous and stylish, I couldn’t resist taking photos of her, and then she expressed so much love to me, I am someone that she doesn’t know, just a Palestinian stranger, but to most Palestinians, you are no longer a stranger if you meet randomly, you are always lucky to meet new faces to welcome and cherish.

I then headed back to Ramalla, had another shwerma from Iskandar, and walked around the old city of Ramalla Tahta and the city center.

The 3 Art Pieces in this photo gallery are by the Palestinian Artist Majd AbdelHamid.

What about Human Rights? A post on the real world behind one of the Palestinian refugee camps in Jordan.

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It was a Saturday, one freezing Saturday, rained half of the day, I was in a car with 3 people, followed by another car and a small truck. We drove into a rustic area, filled with mud, and it looked so squishy and pale. A place that screams out poverty, as sadness walks into our hearts. We parked our cars and started walking towards a blue door, a United Nations school, as we walked into the school, I saw simple drawings on the walls but the drawings felt lifeless. I tried my best to keep my thoughts inside my head and be patient to see and learn more about this place. We were welcomed by a very sweet lady that had the hijab on and worked for the PCRF, she warmly welcomed us and seated us, and another 2 men walked into the meeting room as they all started to tell us about the camp and the unjust and unfair living situation. With every word that came out of their lips, they managed to yet keep a positive energy around them, words of hope and wisdom. They sarcastically spoke about the basic human rights that they are unfortunate to, they are so hopeless yet have accepted their conditions and living standards and continue to “silently” demand the respect of simply being human. They spoke about the discrimination towards them and what they encounter in their daily lives as refugees living in refugee camps “of-course not by choice” and are not entitled to any nationality and have no rights to own a passport “also not by choice”. As they were speaking, I drifted in terrified wonder, I suddenly realized that I can no longer feel my nose for it felt frozen, and so I started gazing with my eyes wide open at the people who came with me if any of them seemed to be experiencing the same cold. I then noticed the smoke coming out of their mouth while they spoke. It was freezing in there.

I then started to hear voices of children, running around, and playing, sounds of laughter, and answers to questions, I started to think about what could the reasons be to have a United Nations school function in the cold with no heat. I started to question myself about who would be responsible for this school? Is it just an architecture with no supervision? Are schools supposed to be mandatory warm when it is cold outside? Or did I just happen to misunderstand the full concept of life and human rights?

It was last weekend, when I joined a beautiful group of people who took part of the project To Rebuild Gaza that aimed and succeeded in collecting and fundraising blankets, winter clothing’s and gas heaters for the Gaza Refugee Camp in Jordan.

It was my first time to go and visit the Gaza Refugee Camp or what is also known as “the Jarash Refugee Camp“. At first I thought most people were from Gaza, “a city in Palestine” and so are called the Gaza Refugee Camp, but to my surprise I learned that those are refugees of the occupied territories in Palestine “Unfortunately what is known today as Israel” who were forced like many other families to leave their homes and cities, and so those Palestinians ended up refugees in Gaza during the 1948 nightmare of the Israeli occupation. In the 1967 conflict those families had to leave Gaza to Jarash, and this, is how the Gaza refugee camp was formed in Jordan.

“What about Human rights?”

Palestinian refugee kid

While the group I was with started organizing the items and calling in families to give them what they needed for winter, I decided to stay and play with the kids. The kids were incredible, so much energy, and laughter, they were all in slippers and with no jackets, and did not seem to feel cold or complain at all. They seemed to be so happy to meet new people running around from one person to another. There were already few foreign volunteers there playing with the kids. I had my camera with me, and the kids started to play with it and pose for me to photograph them.

Those kids are adorable, not only adorable, they are beautiful, they want to have fun, they want to color, and draw, they want to communicate, they want to challenge one another, they want to be part of life. They are Human. Why is it that things are not the same for them? Why is it that they have no rights to feel belonging? Why is it okay for the people who were responsible for them being refuges to never ask about them?

Palestinian Refugee camp

I understand that the universal deceleration to Human Rights was created by the United Nations back in 1948 exactly when Palestine went through “Al Nakba” where over 700 thousand Palestinians were forced to leave their homes during the Israeli war of independence. I understand that the United Nations was established in October of 1945 during the time the British were helping thousands of Jewish immigrants enter Palestine from the World War II without taking into consideration the results of all the refugee Palestinians. I understand that the United Nations was established with a goal to prevent another conflict to happen like the World War II while they were the ones behind the resolution 181 that ended in allowing Palestine that was fully inhabitant by Palestinians “Muslim, Christian and Jewish” to become a Jewish state and the state of Israel. I understand that the above is the result of 2,097,338 registered Palestinian refugees in 10 refugee camps in Jordan, 449,957 registered Palestinian refugees in 12 refugee camps in Lebanon, 526,744 registered Palestinian refugees in 11 refugee camps in Syria, 762,288 registered Palestinian refugees in 19 refugee camps in the West Bank, and 1,258,559 registered Palestinian refugees in 8 refugee camps in Gaza that were all setup and are all running by the United Nations. What I don’t understand is how the United Nations have failed to find a solution for all the refugees they have set up, and how the Palestinians until today do not have the basic rights to return to their homes, and how the United Nations is one of the factors for the ongoing Israeli-Palestinian war that defeats its own purpose.

What about the Universal Declaration of Human Rights created by the United Nations in 1948 exactly when all those refugee camps were also setup? What about all those refugees who are not entitled to any of the following:

  1. All human beings are free and equal.
  2. No discrimination.
  3. Right to life.
  4. No slavery allowed.
  5. No torture.
  6. Everyone around the world has the right to recognition as a person before the law.
  7. Everyone is protected by the law.
  8. Everyone is entitled of fair treatment by fair courts.
  9. No unfair detainment.
  10. The right to trial to everyone.
  11. Innocent until proven guilty.
  12. The right to privacy.
  13. Freedom to move and travel.
  14. Freedom to immigrate or move to another country.
  15. The right to nationality.
  16. The right to marry and have a family.
  17. The right to own property.
  18. Freedom of thought.
  19. Freedom of speech, opinion and expression..
  20. Freedom to meet and assemble.
  21. The right to Democracy.
  22. The right to social security.
  23. The right to work.
  24. The right to play.
  25. The right to basic needs: Bed, clothing, food, housing, medical care, new born care..
  26. The right for education.
  27. Culture and copyrights.
  28. To live in a free world with fairness.
  29. Everyone is entitled to duties towards the laws and must be responsible for when they exercise the contrary.
  30. No one can take these rights and freedom from anyone.

For original link and full articles of the above Human Rights Click Here. And I repeat…..What about the people in refugee camps? What about the kids who were born in refugee camps? or are they not part humankind?

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Believe it or not, but speaking from what I know of the Palestinians living in refugee camps, they are not entitled to 80% of the above human rights declared by the United Nations and yet all the refugee camps are set up by the United Nations…

So is there an exit plan to your business plan? Do you have a solution? Or maybe a solution to the problem you created? Or are those who create the rules are really permitted to break them?

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For more information on To Rebuild Gaza who are fundraising towards building a pediatric cancer department in Gaza with the PCRF “The Palestinian Children Relief Fund” and also are creating a great awareness campaign towards the last attack on Gaza that killed over 2000 Palestinians from Gaza, visit their website or facebook page. To read more facts and information about the Gaza Refugee Camp click on this link SamarTravels.

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Remember a thing called Love.

Looking at my Facebook news feed everyday, seeing the world as it is today, it only brings sadness into my heart. I wish each one of us feel responsible to spread love around our circles. Remind those around us that without love compassion and empathy we can no longer go on in this world without the feeling of tranquility & peace. Since it might be the toughest time on us “specially” in the Middle-East, it is the best time for us to care for one another, be there for each other and learn to be patient and stay positive.

My heart goes out to every child that have witnessed or is witnessing anything like what is happening in #Gaza ! I pray for them to be protected mentally, physically and spiritually. They are the true victims; loosing precious members of their family, friends, homes, toys and dreams before even understanding evil’s existence in today’s world. But with our positive energy, with our love, with being there together, we can help make it easier, make their dreams come back in different forms, and most importantly help to keep the good and the love spreading in the world of today.

Let us all remember a thing called LOVE and let us work together to spread more of it and make it grow in the hearts of the world.

Children of Gaza

Children of Gaza

Photograph do not belong to me nor are they photographed by myself. They are photos collected from the web. May the world see the innocence in the children of #Gaza