Palestine: Fear was poured on us
NOVANEWS
I went to visit Abu Mohammad whose two sons, Khaleel and Murad, were kidnapped one after the other, in the span of a few nights. At Jerusalem’s Damascus Gate I boarded a service van going to Ramallah and stopping at the Qalandiya refugee camp.
First the van crosses Qalandiya Checkpoint which is where I met his brother years ago, and through whom I made his acquaintance. This checkpoint – a place and a symbol, both a concrete and symbolic line, a line of destiny that separates me, a non-Palestinian, from all my friends and acquaintances at Qalandiya refugee camp who, unlike me, are not able to cross it. This is a line that separates them from their own history, from their better hospitals, from their city Jerusalem – the violent, racist, arbitrary line that defines all the ...