Last night I stayed with a family who night and day are terrorized by militant Zionists. As we spoke, men from the nearby illegal settlement of Ma’on built a fire across the street from their house and shined a blinding light into the window. I stood in front if the window frame until we went to bed to make my presence known; if aid workers are around they are less likely to break in and loot or destroy electronics as they have done many times in the past.
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The upstairs of the house is unfinished, as building new structures (as well as adding onto old ones) is now illegal in section C. Although the settlers stayed out late to intimidate us, I slept soundly. It was such a blessing!
In other good news, the backpack I left on the bus was found in a different city and will returned to me soon. Only in Palestine!
A poignant snippet of our conversation with the father last night. The activist I was with is a journalist from London and is writing a piece about the joys and struggles of the families here.
Shi’b al Botton today as we prepare for Iftar
The kids here in Palestine are the sweetest, funniest, smartest people. And the effects of occupation are evident in their art and games. This drawing depicts soldiers coming into their yard where they play.
