Most of my childhood memories are not pleasant, I’m afraid. They are shaped by turbulent times during the first Intifada. I would like to say something nice about my childhood but I don’t remember much. Demonstrations, sirens, tear gas and curfews are all I remember.
I don’t agree with boycotting Israeli institutions especially the academic boycott. I can understand boycotting products from settlements but I think there were always amazing voices inside Israeli academia who truly represent a brighter light.
When I was about 13 years old, they started building the wall around my home in Abu-Dis.
We were going to be stuck behind it.
My parents were afraid to be cut off from Jerusalem, so we moved to the Mount of Olives.
We were going to be stuck behind it.
My parents were afraid to be cut off from Jerusalem, so we moved to the Mount of Olives.
