Requiem for a Refugee Camp
What if Hasan and Khadra could have filmed what happened to their homes in Jaffa? What if they had footage of their journey to Gaza and the start of their lives in the camp? If Palestinians had live-streamed the start of the catastrophe that we are still living in, could it have been prevented? What became of their house, and the mulberry tree in their yard? I don’t have answers to these questions. But, in 2024, I felt that I started to understand my grandparents.
A few
years ago, seventy per cent of Gazans were refugees. In 2024, the U.N.
reported that ninety per cent of Gazans were displaced. All of Gaza’s
universities are gone. About ninety-five per cent of schools have been
damaged or destroyed. Whole neighborhoods are filmed as they get blown
up. A house where one of my aunts lived, on the edge of Jabalia, was hit
by an air strike that killed sixteen relatives, including one of her
daughters. My grandmother’s sister, Um Hani—whom I called sitti, or grandma—was killed, too. Her body is still under the rubble.... ".... READ MORE https://www.newyorker.com/culture/essay/requiem-for-a-refugee-camp
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