A walk in Jerusalem
A policeman stops me. “You are not from Jerusalem,” he says. But Jerusalem lives in me.
we are not numbers
emerging writers from Palestine tell their stories and advocate for their human rights
A policeman stops me. “You are not from Jerusalem,” he says. But Jerusalem lives in me.
In my heart, I travel there all the time—to my spiritual home, my birthright, the heart of the Palestinian people: Jerusalem.
My homeland has been an imaginary place as long as I’ve lived. I’ve never been able to actually go there.
I’m ok with not being able to visit any other country, but shouldn’t I be able to visit my own?
My grandma finally got to visit Jerusalem…Will I have to wait until I’m 60?
