lifestyle of humiliation

I wonder how people manage to survive daily checkpoints. The level of dehumanizing whatever is left of our humanity. When this continues on a regular basis, how can we ever maintain understanding?

The privileged Palestinian that I am, by not having to cross checkpoints on a daily basis, was disprivileged in having to go to the ministry of interior office today.

I am not sure where to start from. The appointment of five months that I missed ( due to my negligence) ( i know I should be accountable on that level). I was late five minutes for the appointment that I mistakingly thought was an hour later. I was late five minutes from the date that I scheduled five months ago. As a reasonable attempt at keeping my humanity in place, I took responsibility for my negligence and tried to set a new appointment. The closest date was in 2019.

since it is practically impossible to make a new appointment, I tried my luck again this morning.

one would think, the jammed squeezed people in line will no longer be there, but to my disappointment in expectations again from occupation, it seemingly does not make any difference.

you make an appointment, but yet, you wait in the same jammed squeezed line where a soldier awaits you with a troop to check your entrance when they like.

After more than an hour in line, I was pretty early, coming at 730. I managed my way in line with feeling lucky to just look behind my back to the endless track.

Inside another line awaits, so that you take a turn for the other part of the inside. I was, of course, privileged, they wanted to give me a number to proceed. But after registering my name, i had to wait until three in the chance that they might call my name.

They were damn serious. They ask us to wait for seven hours to get service… all this to renew a travel document.

well, when it is impossible to tolerate the line, the humiliation, the dehumanization of your very existence… you can, in case of emergency pay triple the amount and get another temporary travel document for one year, that you can use for six months from the airport.

They make a business out of humiliating us …. and yet… seriously… there is no way out … but their metal checkpoints.

 

 

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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