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Bee Delivery

A few weeks ago, my cousin visited from Italy. We were supposed to drive from the Galilee to Jerusalem together, and from there she would continue on her own to visit Hebron.

A Siren without a Boom

That chilling siren sound came on this morning. We all quieted down immediately, stopping what we were doing. My eldest turned to me, saying hurriedly, ‘Let’s go to the shelter!’ My youngest, who is rarely roused from her play by anything, stopped what she was doing and came to me anxiously, ‘Mommy hear it? Mommy hear it?’ She looked around for a source of the sound. 

A Memory 1 Year After Gaza

Summer 2014, One Year AgoThe siren wails as I stand in the stairwell of my apartment building, staring at the paint chipping on its walls and counting until I hear the “boom,” signaling that impact has been made somewhere and it is safe to return to our apartment. My son moves happily, oblivious to the gravity of war, his mind still on the music we had been dancing to mere seconds before.

Use a Tuk Tuk: Part 2

‘We will let you pass,’ the soldier said. My heart leapt in my chest. I will make it across the border! ‘Use a tuk tuk,’ he said, ‘It is a long, narrow and dark area, too long to walk.’

Use a Tuk Tuk

I am from the Gaza Strip. I was born and raised here, spending my childhood and teenage years on this small piece of land between Israel, Egypt and the sea. I studied in Egypt, and by the time I graduated, there was war. So I left Egypt to live in Libya. There I met my husband, who is from Bethlehem. After six years we returned to his family and home in the West Bank.

Christmas in Gaza

Since the war in Gaza over the summer, many innocent civilians are faced with the overwhelming task of rebuilding their homes and their livelihoods. Life was already far from easy before the war, with a suffocating blockade by Israel and Egypt, making it nearly impossible to make a decent living or gain access to basic necessities.

Since the war, life is nearly unbearable for many and, as Christmas nears, Christians are trying to salvage hope so that they can be a light to those around them.

Fireworks and a Nightmare

"I had a nightmare. It was about fireworks, and one of them hit me."  This is what my four year old daughter told me the other day. With the political situation as it is, it’s hard for me to believe that this is simply a coincidence, that something she doesn’t really know about (fireworks) would hit her..."

Reflections from War Encounters, #2

 He is a paramedic.  Both of his legs have fractures.  His mother tries to lift the blankets to show us; Hussein protests.  The family is happy to have us with them.  As the flutist plays, they smile and sing along.  They are happy, jolly even.  They want songs from the Titanic and Aladdin.  They film us and the music, capturing these moments for their own memory. 

Reflections from War Encounters, #1

Reflections with injured Gazans treated in Jerusalem during summer 2014.

We call them casualties.  We call them collateral damage.  We call them unintended consequences.  They call themselves something different.  If you’d like, we can introduce you to some of them.