Guest contribution by Hasheemah Afaneh
“This is for you!” my little sister exclaimed in Arabic as she grabbed my wrist, trying to put her bracelet on it.
“Where’d you get this?” I asked her, pretending I did not know the answer, just so I could smother her with kisses when she pronounces the name of the city.
“Al-Quds!” she exclaimed with the sweet assurance of a little child.
“Yeah? Do you want to go back to Al-Quds next Ramadan?”
“Why not?” I asked, thinking her answer would be along the lines of her not liking the place.
She lowered her wide-eyed gaze and said, “The soldiers… they’re scary.”
When she uttered those words, I squeezed her tightly in my arms, wanting to protect her and all the other children from a form of cruelty in this world that presents itself as Israeli occupation soldiers. [Read more...]