Palestine It tastes like fig. The sweetness of the fruit reaches every corner of the palate, giving some heat to the intestines. Husnieh Ahmed Ghozlan Feel the juice flowing down your lips. “I was 10 years old, small, but I knew how to distinguish the beautiful,” she says excitedly, “and Palestine the most beautiful land ever opinion“Figs, pomegranates, eggplants… those trees that will sleep under!”, he recalls. Passed 75 years since his last encounter with his land. At the gates of this tragic anniversary, Hosnieh vividly recalls all the steps that led him to mourn a miserable gift from the very beginning. Shatila refugee camp in the capital of Lebanon Beirut. “Wherever we went, we made the soil more beautiful, more fertile,” he strongly affirms.
Inside 1948Hosnieh stopped soiling his shirt with the pink water of the tea. fig the juiciest on the face of the earth. His family had to leave their home and property with barely a handful of money. Then disaster struck Naqba in Arabic. Zionist militias deported 750,000 Palestinians natives of their land. After them, the Israelites of the future destroyed 530 villages, thirty massacres and as a result of its violence, more than 13,000 Palestinians lost their lives. “our neighbors were jews and we got along well, they spoke Arabic and all,” says the eighty-year-old yajour, in Haifa. “But when the Jews started coming from abroad, they armed them when we didn’t have them, that’s why the Nakba happened,” he told EL PERIÓDICO DE CATALUNYA of the Ibérica press group.
wearer slap Palestine
The remnants of those lands they lost and taken from them are imprinted in the sensory memory of unique tastes. But they also stay patient follow-up of embroidery Palestinians. amneh saleh daher have you seen? tatreez typical red slap Black is the traditional dress of Palestinian women. “is-is Our Palestinian heritageour grandparents and their grandparents left us slap And kufi “The Israelis have already taken our land, we can’t let them take our culture from us,” he proudly says, handing the cloth he’s cut to make jackets to his five children. year old grandson. tell the rebelNear Acre, he never gets tired of telling his story.
Amneh remembers how three yearsshook the lifeless body of his one-year-old sister after the school near her home was bombed. He hid under a bridge until his older sister forced him to stay away from danger. “Let’s go, he is no longer hereshe said to him. south lebanonsomeone pointed to us: see that line?, this is your country and this is ours,” he recalls. Lebanese nationaldid not save them from tragedies. “we lived various Nakbas Here in Lebanon,” complains Amneh.
They started life on this side of that line. Burj el Shemali, in the south of that country. They lived badly in the refugee camp Tel al Zaatar When Lebanese Christian forces started their massacre in the midst of civil war. A few months later they reached Shatila, where they had to flee the massacre of thousands. “We just want to get used to living, we have no land,” he begs calmly. “Where do you want us to go? like a cat with a cubI have spent my whole life carrying my children from everywhere to save their lives,” he argues. A few years ago he tried to leave the Shatila camp but failed. miseryPeople are calmer here, we are like a family, I can never close the door to them,” she says with a laugh.
“I want to talk and the world to listen”
Jamily Saleh David He was already born on Lebanese soil, but his father told him “all” about the Palestinian homeland. They were among the first families to settle in Shatila with tents. “Every time my neighbors see me, they remember crawling from one store to another and filling them with sand,” she says mischievously. When he was little, his parents and brother went to Palestine and brought him. a box of figs. “My heart burned, it came our virtuous landJamili, meaning ‘beautiful’ in Arabic, never knew the Palestinian village known as Akka, near Acre. Majd el Krom. was conceived syria aleppoat the first destination of his family’s exile, where his brother, who was in fragile health, died.
“I want to talk and let the world listen What do the Palestinian people want?“He clearly approves. our rights over our land, and nothing more; Even though we live in tents like our ancestors, the important thing is to be able to come back,” he comments for this newspaper. Hosnieh, Amneh and Jamili talk about their childhood and tragedies. eagerly. They know they don’t have the grace of time. They raise their voices a little more when describing the Palestine they have seen or been told about. They may never taste the Palestinian fig again. “But yes, my children will or sons of my sons“The three agree.
They repeat the same stories in front of any audience willing to hear them. Word hope accompanies any desire to return. “The day they told me we could come back I’ll be back, even if it’s just my dress.” defends Cemili. “Getting back is more important than anything I can take with me,” she stresses, pointing to her clothes. How would Jamili be otherwise? colourful slapHe is already taking his land with him.