“I had resolved to be as meek as necessary to ensure that the Israeli officials did not stamp my passport. But I could not and did not try to hide my grim face as I stood in line to be greeted by the Israeli security officials, after coming off the bus that brought me across the Allenby Bridge from Jordan,” writes Ali Abunimah Read more about Notes on a Visit to Palestine
Ali Abunimah visits southern Lebanon, just weeks after Lebanese resistance fighters liberated it from the brutal two-decade Israeli occupation. Read more about A Visit to Southern Lebanon
As much as I may tell you about Shatila, I lack the ability to put in words what I saw and felt the day I visited that place. The name “Shatila” has lived in my consciousness as a Palestinian, since 1982, when along with “Sabra,” it came to represent unspeakable evil, the place where up to two thousand Palestinians were massacred by far-right Lebanese militias in 1982, as the Israeli army watched and covered them from positions outside the camp. Read more about A Visit to Shatila
“I was afraid you’d gone to Rafah”, I say to Ahmad over the wires to Gaza City. More families in Rafah lost their homes to Israeli bulldozers this past week and a young man died for objecting to the zillionth incursion onto his land. I worried that Ahmad had gone to investigate. His extended family lives there. “No one is going anywhere”, Ahmad responds cynically. “It’s Yom Kippur”. Read more about Days of Darkness, Days of Awe: Yom Kippur in Palestine
‘I want to go to school and play with my friends. We cannot get our of our homes. We cannot buy books. We cannot play. The summer holiday is finished and we spent it all locked up in our homes under Israeli curfew’, writes 10-years old Nabih, who is a seventh grade student. Read more about Nablus: 'Get the soldiers out of my town, I want to live too'
The police and Concordia University left us no choice in how we confronted Benjamin Netanyahu, writes social justice activist Jaggi Singh. Read more about Day of broken glass
All taxi drivers were laughing at me, when I asked about Balata refugee camp. How could I know that Israeli bulldozers destroyed the street that connects the eastern part of the city with the western part. It is impossible to reach Balata by car. Read more about Nablus: 'Can you go to Balata?'
‘Does anyone listen? Is there anyone who cares?’ reads an appeal of Laith. He wants to go to school. Laith is 9 years old and lives in Nablus. Like all residents of Nablus, Laith is in prison, not behind bars, but under collective house arrest, curfew. Together with his friends, he made an appeal to the world. Read more about Nablus: 'I want to go to school'
During my stay in the West Bank, it was rare for me to come across a Palestinian man who had not been arrested or detained at some point. As a volunteer with the Red Crescent, I learned of the frequency with which the Israeli military soldiers harassed and threatened the ambulance drivers. Read more about Letter to Jerusalem