The first time I went to live abroad, I was 20 years old, doing a semester program in Seville, Spain. After five and a half months abroad, things were different coming back. I noticed I used different vocabulary, like “child” instead of the “kid” I would normally use. I was translating back into English fromContinue reading “Cons of Returning to the US”
“Do Palestinians even want peace?” I was asked by a secular Israeli on my last night in Tel Aviv. I was struck. And shocked. Not because the questioner seemed ignorant. Because he didn’t. And he isn’t. He’s a very lovely human being, in fact. I was struck, rather, because of the innocence of the question. TheContinue reading “In Occupied Palestine”
A short, yet beautiful time in Jericho, the oldest inhabited city in the world, so they say. Jericho feels peaceful. There are no settlers, no soldiers. It’s warm, due to its low altitude and proximity to the Dead Sea. There are parks. And extremely friendly people, all of whom would like a photo.
Hebron, to me, is the most obvious site of Apartheid in the West Bank. It’s tense. Very very tense. In so many other places in the West Bank, I heard stories of hope and prayers for peace. In Hebron, however, every corner brings another check point. Another soldier. Another weapon. Another settler-only road. Another barrier to livingContinue reading “In Hebron”
It is exceptionally easier than you might think to enter the West Bank. At Damascus Gate in Jerusalem, catch bus #21 (or was it #28?). Done. Now you’re in Bethlehem. What used to be a suburb of Jerusalem, is now on the other side of a giant concrete wall that is more than two timesContinue reading “In Bethlehem”