Palestine

Jenin: the day after Christmas

“The day after Christmas, the Israeli Army has killed six men, one of them from the next village over, Qabatiya. He is Hamza Abu Rubb who was active in Islamic Jihad. The Army’s obvious presence, comprised of tanks and armored personnel carriers, have been less in evidence. However, they are very much here, using Special Forces soldiers disguised as Arabs to track down and arrest or kill men.” Annie Higgins writes from Jenin. 

The farmers of Qaffin

Just after we came home for the evening we received a call informing us that the army was attacking the Tulkarem refugee camp. We also learned that people in the camp had been shot, and there were helicopters circling overhead. Rachel Engler-Stringer reports from Tulkarem. 

In Exile: Bethlehem to Gaza

Those Palestinians who were banished following Israel’s siege of the Church of the Nativity languish in Gaza, their families in Bethlehem. Kristen Ess crosses from Bethlehem to Gaza, to report on how families are dealing with the separation. 

The funeral of Shaden Abu Hijleh



Imagine losing a loved one suddenly and violently, and having to constrain yourself and not express any sadness or anger. It must be hard. Now imagine witnessing the murder of your own mother and finding yourself so contrained. You cannot do anything about it, you cannot find answers, and you have to save your own life. Amer Abdelhadi writes from Nablus about the plight of the family of Shaden Abu Hijleh. 

A typical Sunday morning in Jenin

It was a restless night for us, the hours perforated by bursts of gunfire, the heavy grinding of tanks, and Hebrew-accented Arabic barked from military loudspeakers. We had finally drifted off when the blast literally shook us out of bed. Marthame and Elizabeth Sanders write from Zababdeh. 

104 days of curfew in Nablus

Today marks 104 days of curfew; 104 days during which 200,000 people have been imprisoned in their homes—over 3 months, over 2020 consecutive hours inside (for the curfew has been lifted for about 70 hours total). Susan Barclay asks, “Why do I not find words for the realities that lie before my very eyes?” 

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