That happened when I was a child student, my teacher asked me, “Where are you from?”, “from Gaza,” I replied. “That’s not true.” he said. I got angry with him. I told him the truth, so why did he say that?.
On that day, I told my mother about what happend. she tenderly pat my shoulder, saying, “Oh my little girl.. we are not from Gaza, we are from Hamamma village.” Of course, I did not understand what my mother meant!!.
As I grew up, I found out everything, and I realized what did my mother mean.. and for the first time I experienced that I was just a Palestinian refugee lives in Gaza temporarily. My family forcibly immigrated from Hamamma village by the Israeli occupation in 1948 .. That shocked me: The painful truth.
Then, I got over my self consciousness with my Palestinian identity, and with those burning questions like: Why can’t we live in our village? Why do those foreigners come to help us in Gaza? Why did Jews occupy our land, moreover, they deal with us in ways based on barbaric and inhumane thinkable ways?
Yesterday was the anniversary 67 of Nakba, May 15, the day became stuck with each Palestinian’s memory, and linked to the Right Of Return. Palestinians, at everywhere in the world, commemorated this tragic day. Even the schools and universities have revived the memory of the Palestinian Nakba. Here I thank the students at Tel Aviv University who commemorated the Nakba, although the Education Minister Gideon Saar opposed it, and suggested to the university president the Nakba Day celebration should be canceled.
5 thoughts on “Nakba Day In Our Classroom”
from ” Hamamma ”village , one day i will be with all my people going back 🙂 nevr gives up 🙂
Glad to find your new blog, and your writing again. 🙂 Salam, Kawther, and my best regards to your family. 🙂
Hi Kris. Blogging on WordPress is more easy than Blogpost.
You always light my pages and give the places a special glitter 🙂
Someday I will try WordPress! (This is the sentence of the year…”someday this, someday that”….. 🙂 A hug to you from FInland, and I hope it is not too hot there today!
I like how you tell us from your personal experience how you found out about the Nakba. The teacher and your mother’s story. And from the personal to the political background. Yes, May 15 1948 is inscribed in every Palestinian heart I am sure. And I also like how you acknowledge the students at Tel Aviv University who commemorated the Nakba, despire pressure. It’s good to acknowledge things that are good. That way, they will grow!
Thanks for writing.
I look forward to more.