Guest contribution by Hasheemah H. Afaneh
When I woke up from ten hours of sleep on a twelve-hour flight from Chicago to Jordan, I looked at the screen in front of me and saw that we were only an hour away from our destination. The passengers around me sat quietly except for a man speaking loudly a few rows ahead. Taking off his seat belt, the tall man wearing a leather jacket with jet black hair and a carefully trimmed mustache stood and looked out through one of the oval plane windows.
“We’re over Palestine,” he informed the man next to him in Arabic.
Although the seat belt sign was still on and the flight attendant was sitting across from the man’s seat, the man remained standing and looked out of the window with dark, nostalgic eyes.
I nudged out of my seat a little to look out of the window to see what exactly the man was looking at. I saw nothing but clouds, and looking away from the window, I saw the man was still standing. Read More
It used to be that I was greeted by a warm orange glow every morning.
If I wasn’t running late, I’d take the time to appreciate the ribbed shadow of the blinds slowly creeping along my bare wall.
Sometimes the fog diffused the rays of light.
The dew down below would speckle.
My apartment is on the second floor and the trees here are short —
My view of the sky is clear and wide. Read More
This tweet says so much that there is little I can add except a few statistics to help contextualize what might be one of the most distressing facts of the year.
The United Nations estimates that 96,000 homes in the Gaza Strip were affected by Israel’s massive assault in 2014. Of these, 7,000 were totally destroyed, displacing more than 10,000 families. Many of these families are still searching for a permanent place to live. But even that is a disingenuous thing to say since many families have found permanence in UNRWA schools, for example.
Let us repeat: There are 7,000 concrete skeletons in Gaza right now. Read More
A Palestinian girl carries a Kalashnikov rifle during a victory parade for Islamic Jihad in Gaza City.
(Photo credit: Wissam Nassar, New York Times)
Saying that this photograph recently resurfaced would imply that it had somehow gotten buried. But that is simply not true. Published for the New York Times just days after Israel pulled back on its most deadly assault on the Gaza Strip yet, the image sent and continues to send shockwaves around the world. What was a child doing in the middle of that victory rally? Why was the child outfitted with a gun?
There is an evident beauty to the photograph. Most comments I’ve come across allude to it. From the vantage point of the art critic I sometimes secretly aspire to be, the image is wonderfully framed and composed. The bokeh pushes your eyes to hers. Her hairflip puts you in middle of the action. There is an intensity that resonates more from her facial expression and the way she composes herself than from any of the weapons caught in the shot. The darkness of the shadows gives it an eerie silence. We are frozen in a moment of time so powerful. Read More
Displaced from their homes in the mid- to late-1940s, Israel was quick to characterize Palestinians as infiltrators. It is a very cold word, and wherever it is used, know that it serves not only a political objective but a racist ideal as well.
The term in its most derogatory form originated almost simultaneously with the establishment of the state of Israel. The more than 700,000 Palestinians who fled their homes as Jewish Zionist paramilitary forces raided their villages were promptly barred from ever returning. Israel introduced legislation to recategorize them. No longer were they Palestinians. They were absentees. But that was too general. So they became infiltrators.
The year leading up to Israel’s declaration of independence and the decades following it yielded a bizarre sequence of laws and amendments that formalized, brick by brick, Israel’s commitment to racial purity and total ownership of the land. These are the laws. Read More
Photo credit: Ibraheem Abu Mustafa
Date taken: March 19, 2015
Location: Al-Shabora Refugee Camp, Rafah, Gaza Strip, Palestine
Saad Al-Jamal carries his two African lion cubs outside of his home in the Shabora Refugee Camp. Read More
“If we wash our hands of the conflict between the powerful and the powerless, we side with the powerful – we don’t remain neutral.”
Brazilian philosopher and critical theorist Paulo Frieire said it first. Banksy, the anonmyous English graffiti artist, scrawled it on a wall in the Gaza Strip.
Last February, Banksy used underground tunnels to sneak into the Gaza Strip and, in his usual form, stealthily painted artworks on cracked walls and the remains of homes destroyed during Israel’s latest military offensive. He published a video highlighting Israel’s brutal treatment of the occupied territory, sarcastically urging viewers to make Gaza their next tourist destination. Read More
Photo credit: Mohammed Abed
Date taken: March 20, 2015
Location: Gaza Strip, Palestine
A Palestinian father and daughter welcome the beginning of spring by picking wild mustard flowers in an untilled field in the Gaza Strip. Read More
The following is a two-minute speech presented at Loyola University Chicago on March 24, 2015, in support of a resolution calling on the university administration to divest from companies profiting from Israel’s occupation of the Palestinian territories.
My name is Aiman Abdelmajid and I am a senior at Loyola University Chicago studying political science. My Palestinian narrative is continuously being demonized and marginalized. My Palestinian voice is constantly being silence and buried beneath the ground but they do not know they are planting seeds. Time and time again, my Palestinian people have been given empty promises and false hope. The so called “peace process” has led to nothing but more Palestinians being killed, more Palestinian homes being demolished, more Palestinian land being confiscated in order to build more settlements, more Palestinian children incarcerated, and more olive trees being uprooted. The overall quality of Palestinian life in the West Bank and Gaza continues to deteriorate. Read More
Guest contribution by Elif Fâtıma Görken
This winter I spent time in Palestine visiting dear friends who invited me to their city, Al-Quds, and showed me their beautiful homeland which has been occupied by Israel for the past 65 years. We traveled to some of the most ancient and vibrant Palestinian cities, including Bethlehem, Nablus, Ramallah, and Yaffa. I witnessed Israeli apartheid firsthand in every single city. The checkpoints, the apartheid wall, the segregated roads, the illegal settlements — all tools to maintain Israel’s system of violence and colonization. I could only stay for five days so I have come to deeply cherish the moments I spent with the most kind and hospitable people I know. Whenever I go through the photos from the trip, I feel like I am there all over again. I can hear the kids running around Masjid Al-Aqsa, I can almost taste the soft rainfall in Nablus, and I can still smell the scent of my friends’ homemade sahlab which we sipped as we spent the hours talking, looking at her wedding pictures, reminiscing about the past, and dreaming about the future.
An empty street cart waits along the edge of a stone-paved pathway in between apartment buildings in Jerusalem.
A man stands outside of his storefront in Nablus.
Decorations done by neighbors and family members as part of a celebration for someone who recently performed Hajj. Read More