Today was an exciting day. My colleague from work made it into the office from his home in Dheishe refugee camp. The atmosphere in the office was one of celebration, rightly so. Read more about All in a Day's Work
Today, I went into Bethlehem; I interviewed the Parish Priest, Amjad Sabbara, who was inside the Church compound for 40 days. I think to myself, why 40 days? What an interesting number: Jesus fasted for 40 days, the Israelis wondered through the wilderness for 40 years. Didn’t something else happen for 40 days? I wonder. Read more about Bethlehem after the siege
This morning, the Palestinian High Court of Justice gave the Palestinian General Intelligence Service eight days to explain reasons for the detention of Ahmad Sa’adat, the Secretary General of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP). Read more about Palestinian High Court demands explanation
It’s disgusting. European governments are guilty. They have aided and abetted Israel to deport Palestinians. They are now brought to Ben Gurion airport from which they will be flown to Cyprus to be deported to various countries in Europe. Read more about 'Subject to Israeli censorship'
I just spoke with my sister over the telephone. Of course as everybody and always we talked about the situation here. Read more about Equal human beings
‘It is a shame’, says Ahmad. ‘It is a set up. This is so obvious. Look at what happened in Beitunia, Ramallah, Nablus and now the deal on the Church of Nativity in Bethlehem. Imagine, as the Israeli public openly speaks about transfer, the Palestinian Authority is approving a deal to deport Palestinians. Read more about 'It was a set up'
“They raise their children to hate.” That’s what we’re told about the Palestinians. Watch the TV news. Listen to the radio. Pick up the dramatic US news magazines. Ask the intellectuals and the political pundits. Read more about With neighbors like these
Jennifer LoewensteinRafah/Khan Younis, Palestine5 May 2002
There is a halo of blood on the ground where Huda died while sleeping last Tuesday night (4/30/02). Toddler-sized diapers lie strewn on the ground among the concrete heaps where the bedroom wall once stood, and a single blue sandal, tiny as my fist, sits perched in a corner of the room on a wooden slab. Huda was 11 months old. Read more about Blood and sand in Gaza: Impunity and the murders of children
It has just taken me almost two hours to get through Qalandia checkpoint, have just stepped around the last of the barbed wire. There are a few more checkpoints to go before I reach the office. None could be as bad. Partly to settle my nerves, partly to check in, I dial a colleague’s number on my mobile. My hands are still shaking. Read more about Teargas, bullets and a cage: Trying to get home