I am a Palestinian from Gaza. I am a journalist. I am a mother. I am a Muslim. This blog is about the trials of raising my children between spaces and identities; displacement and occupation; and everything that entails from potty training to border crossings. My husband is a Palestinian refugee denied his right of return to Palestine, and thus OUR right to family life. Together, we endure a lot, and the personal becomes political. This is our story.
Journalist, mom, occupied Palestinian-all packed into one.
Grieving Palestinian mothers protest their son's imprisonment in Israeli jails yesterday after hijacking a scheduled press conference for the Palestinain foreign minister and lamenting the fact that the media's attention is "disengaged" from the truth. "A Separation Barrier, like the one in the West Bank, is being built around the issue of the 8000 Palestinian political prisoners" they cried.
posted by Laila @ Thursday, August 18, 2005
1 Comments:
Even if my son was a cold-blood murderer or a raper, I would still love him, too.
Thank You
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