jiujensu, 2 months ago One shows humor in the face of such circumstances as Palestinian refugees face and another shows that this carnage (by Israel) you see today has been happening a very long time (British+Zionists). Soul in Exile by Fawaz Turki is the book. @palestine @israel @bookstodon #FreePalestine #humanrights #apartheid #palestine #gaza #westbank #endtheoccupation #sanctionisrael #genocide #antizionist #antifacist #resistance #ceasefire #fromtherivertothesea #book #amreading #bookstodon Everybody shivered. All over the camp, the emaciated dogs died. Every day had a thousand and one wrinkles and a thousand and one knots. The men looked for employment, for food. They avoided the police, who were implicating Palestinians in everything from inflation and communist plots to cold spells. And once every month they lined up, as if in a funeral procession, to receive their UNRWA rations of flour, powdered milk, and dates. The rations lasted a week. Then people ate words. The words led to orange groves in Jaffa, to olive trees in Tershiha, to cloudless summers in Haifa. And back again to Bourj el Barajneh.
One shows humor in the face of such circumstances as Palestinian refugees face and another shows that this carnage (by Israel) you see today has been happening a very long time (British+Zionists).
Soul in Exile by Fawaz Turki is the book.
@palestine @israel @bookstodon
#FreePalestine #humanrights #apartheid #palestine #gaza #westbank #endtheoccupation #sanctionisrael #genocide #antizionist #antifacist #resistance #ceasefire #fromtherivertothesea #book #amreading #bookstodon
Everybody shivered. All over the camp, the emaciated dogs died. Every day had a thousand and one wrinkles and a thousand and one knots. The men looked for employment, for food. They avoided the police, who were implicating Palestinians in everything from inflation and communist plots to cold spells. And once every month they lined up, as if in a funeral procession, to receive their UNRWA rations of flour, powdered milk, and dates. The rations lasted a week. Then people ate words. The words led to orange groves in Jaffa, to olive trees in Tershiha, to cloudless summers in Haifa. And back again to Bourj el Barajneh.