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April 2015

A Ghost City Full of Painful Memories

I turned my mind back to the moment we heard a knock on the door, my father opened it to greet my mother, my aunt and some friends, and my mother said, “Ahmad has been martyred!”

The Bitterness of Exile

In Ramadan, we ate nothing but bulgur wheat and lentils for three days. Three days without yoghurt and vegetables because there were none to be had in the village and in any case prices were very high