About

As a young Palestinian girl, and a Gazan for that matter, I feel obliged to represent the Palestinian life with its tragedies on the one hand and its joys on the other. And in light of the mounting instability of the situation on the Palestinian ground, particularly the siege on Gaza, it has become a compulsory responsibility for me to put into words and reflect through multi-media outputs the reality of our day-to-day lives, given the failure of the Western media in doing so.

My belonging and attachment to Palestine, my passion to preserve my Palestinian identity, and my duty to clarify the blurred vision of the Palestinian reality and reveal the true and ugly face of the inhumane Israeli occupation pose as the ultimate motivation for me to create this blog and make it some sort of an open diary for the world to read.

From this day on,  I will be telling the story of Palestine; the story that stems from the world of tents and is plotted by nights of hunger, darkness, and fear; the story of children, guys, girls and humans; the story that lives on hopes of self-determination and has survived years and years of misery, agony, and tears replacing them with echoing laughter and lively smiles; the story of episodes of pain repeated one day after the other and yet faced with incredibly strong light-spirited hearts; the story of a pen that never seems to run out of ink; the story of what F-16 Jets, Apache’s, Merkava tanks, and machine guns do; the story of stones lying on the banks of the land; the story of an exceptional instinct for survival despite despair and ultimate injustice; the story of a place that used to be our home, and in a matter of a few decades became “home” for others, and we’re the outcast strangers.