another year …and the Nakba is still on..
As the social media is starting to flood with statuses and articles about the Nakba in these days, commemorating the 68th year of occupation. I feel for the first time in my life as an adult, that I am ready to re-read the Nakba.
It took me however years inside my adulthood to read about the Nakba. As if it has been part of a collective catastrophe (which it is) that I personally lived and endured, and some parts of my brain always insisted on blocking. It always felt like a deep injury that lived on your skin for so long and you are too vulnerable on touching it, for the fear of opening it and getting it infected.
I have dared, however, in the last years to dig more into the matter. It is impossible to get anything from my parents or my grandmother. There is…
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