I guess only the complete loss of hope can be more crushing than the loss of life... Twenty-five years clutching at the hope, believing it is not possible that people can be so blind. Twenty-five years during which I had few reasons to be optimistic but continued to believe that one day this place in which both Jews and Arabs live together would be the one story where the story of the other is not denied. That one day the Israelis would stop denying the Nakba, the Occupation, and the suffering of the Palestinian people. That one day the Palestinians would be willing to forgive and together we would build a place that was worth living in. Twenty-five years that I am writing and knowing bitter criticism from both sides, but last week I gave up. Last week something inside of me broke. When Jewish youth parade through the city shouting Death to the Arabs, and attack Arabs only because they are Arabs, I understood that I had lost my little war.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 15:43:18 +0000
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