Brutality of occupation 

My youngest daughter has been debating recently with us the value of peace with Israelis. She is a strong believer in peace and thinks that it is up to us to do this . In the series of the last week we have been going to the old city in solidarity with al Aqsa . She witnessed a brutal attack on one young boy after prayer by a group of angry soldiers and she freaked out thinking of how close it was to us getting shot in that instant . 

Today , as Jerusalemites flooded in celebration to the aqsa after opening it , she went with her brother and cousin. The soldiers were so mad and furious , they were hitting people from all directions and closed the mosque on people and started shooting sound and rubber bullets and beating with their rods and guns .Among all that was my son who was in the March who asked the soldier not touch the woman next to him , and the next thing that happened was my son being surrounded by a group of savages ​in uniform and started beating him . The cousin was hit in her face after being sexually harassed by the soldier who called her a bitch . My daughter who believed that Israelis have a civil face realized that occuaption has only one reality : built in hate . Such people don’t know what peace means.​


Published by nadiaharhash

Exploring my own Shoes ... somehow my walk , my way ... Being a woman is one thing . One important thing of originally two things. However, living in a global patriarchal dominance makes one thing dominant of another . A lifetime struggle of women resilience for being the one thing they are Women . All the resilience of being a woman is another ONE thing . For being a Moslem woman is another thing . Being a Moslem woman living in an Occupied land is definitely a totally other thing. What if you add divorce to this ? Being a Woman, a Moslem , a Palestinian and Divorced … makes the introduction to living in my shoes… Living in a Shoe of a Woman. PS. English is not my first language.. I know I often need to edit , however, there is something in the power of the 'click send' button.. ever since I did it the first time .. I enjoy clicking directly from my heart...unedited...

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