Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Olive Harvest in Palestine

Marvelous photo of a multi-generational Palestinian family’s olive picking in the occupied West Bank village of Duma. Photo credit- Omar Dawabsheh

Unknown little girl in Palestine Traditional Thobe Dress Holding freshly picked Olives

Olive Tree in Palestine

Falastine Tree


Old Photo of an Ancient Olive Tree in Palestine

Palestine- view from an olive tree


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Sorting Olives in Palestine

The tasty Palestinian traditional meal Manakish, consisting of dough topped with thyme, cheese, or ground meat, surrounded by olives

 & a poem from Palestine

The Second Olive Tree

By Mahmoud Darwish (1941-2008)

                                                                                       Translated from Arabic by Marilyn Hacker

The olive tree does not weep and does not laugh. The olive tree
Is the hillside’s modest lady. Shadow
Covers her one leg, and she will not take her leaves off in front of the storm.
Standing, she is seated, and seated, standing.
She lives as a friendly sister of eternity, neighbor of time
That helps her stock her luminous oil and
Forget the invaders’ names, except the Romans, who
Coexisted with her, and borrowed some of her branches
To weave wreaths. They did not treat her as a prisoner of war
But as a venerable grandmother, before whose calm dignity
Swords shatter. In her reticent silver-green
Color hesitates to say what it thinks, and to look at what is behind
The portrait, for the olive tree is neither green nor silver.
The olive tree is the color of peace, if peace needed
A color. No one says to the olive tree: How beautiful you are!
But: How noble and how splendid! And she,
She who teaches soldiers to lay down their rifles
And re-educates them in tenderness and humility: Go home
And light your lamps with my oil! But
These soldiers, these modern soldiers
Besiege her with bulldozers and uproot her from her lineage
Of earth. They vanquished our grandmother who foundered,
Her branches on the ground, her roots in the sky.
She did not weep or cry out.  But one of her grandsons
Who witnessed the execution threw a stone
At a soldier, and he was martyred with her.
After the victorious soldiers
Had gone on their way, we buried him there, in that deep
Pit – the grandmother’s cradle. And that is why we were
Sure that he would become, in a little while, an olive
Tree – a thorny olive tree – and green! 



 ~

Some Old photos of Historic Palestine Olive Harvest



Old photos of Historic Palestine Olive Harvest


 




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