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Tuesday, May 14, 2024

The New Yorker: The View from Palestinian America In Kholood Eid’s photographs of Missouri, taken six months into the war in Gaza, the quiet act of documenting life is a kind of protest against erasure. By Zaina Arafat Photography by Kholood Eid

Nida Mutan participates in a march in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 7th. The day marked six months after the October 7th attacks and the start of Israel’s offensive in Gaza.
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In 1987, when Palestinians rose up against the Israeli occupation in what would become known as the first intifada, I was six years old. Each evening, when Peter Jennings delivered the six-thirty news, my family would gather in our wood-panelled basement, in the suburbs of Washington, D.C., and watch for images of Nablus, where we’re from. We saw young Palestinians, in jeans and bandanas, throwing a seemingly endless supply of stones; Israeli soldiers, in tan uniforms and combat boots, guarding checkpoints, looking both vigilant and bored; coffins shrouded in Palestinian flags. Our lives in America were at a cool remove from the conflict. I spent those evenings spreading Barbies across the floor, and my baby brother spent them in his bouncy chair. My father would pour Doritos into a bowl and argue with the news. Only my mother kept quiet, her eyes fixed on a homeland that seemed to be receding.

Ours was a scene that played out in many Palestinian American families, and it replayed with every flareup and every encroaching Israeli settlement. And yet the images on television did not always match the ones I saw during visits to Palestine: my grandmother laying out sheets of newspaper to roll stuffed grape leaves on the veranda; the call to prayer, and the little green lights shining from every mosque; the zaffe drum procession echoing from outdoor weddings. To be a Palestinian in the diaspora is to miss one’s home, the blād—the mountains and the sea, the family members left behind, the distinct bitterness of our olives and our sumac- and za’atar-dusted mezze spreads—even as one enjoys the privilege of distance from Palestine’s hardships. It is to possess a luxury that is missing from Palestine itself: a choice.

A new series of photographs by Kholood Eid, a New York-based photographer who grew up in Missouri and the West Bank, tries to depict what this tension does to a person. Her photos are full of sharp contrasts: joy and sorrow, light and dark, past and present. In one photograph, a young protester—wearing a kaffiyeh and a T-shirt printed with a watermelon, a symbol of Palestinian solidarity—holds a sunflower. In another, through the railings of a staircase, home-cooked lentils and rice sit on the Eid family’s dining-room table. In a photograph of a framed picture from the late nineteen-eighties, Abdelaziz, Eid’s close childhood friend, clings to her mother’s embroidered thawb at a protest, reminding the viewer of the ongoing nature of Palestinian activism.... READ MORE  https://www.newyorker.com/culture/photo-booth/the-view-from-palestinian-america

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Abdelaziz  [Eid’s close childhood friend] was about six years old when her mother (left) took her to a protest for Palestinian liberation. “I often tell folks that growing up Palestinian American left me ‘protested out,’ as generations of Palestinians have been calling for liberation,” Eid said. “That said, our resilience has always been a defining characteristic of our people, and there is beauty and strength in perseverance.”

Monday, April 22, 2024

April is Arab American Heritage Month!✨ ... GOOD BOOKS!

April is Arab American Heritage Month!✨

Susan Muaddi Darraj

@bnunionsqnyc ✨April is Arab American Heritage Month!
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We wanted to take a moment to spotlight some truly incredible books by some amazing Arab American authors. 
 
𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 by Margot Douaihy
𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 by Susan Abulhawa
𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙨 by Suleika Jaouad
𝘼 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙨 𝙉𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙣 by Etaf Rum
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙀𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙈𝙪𝙘𝙝 by Zaina Arafat
𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙊𝙛 𝙈𝙚𝙣 by Hisham Matar
𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙖 by Eman Quotah
𝘽𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙄𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙖 by Susan Muaddi Darraj
𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨 by Aisha Abdel Gawad
𝙈𝙮 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 by Hisham Matar
𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙠 by Sarafina El-Badry Nance
𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙚𝙖 by Hafsah Faizal 
 
Which ones have you read? And which ones are you adding to your list?