Category: Journals

  • I was Mustafa Tamimi

    I was Mustafa Tamimi

    by Refaat Alareer 12 December 2011 | In Gaza, My Gaza! Fifteen years ago I was Mustafa Tamimi. Two months before that it was a relative who had his skull smashed by an explosive bullet from an Israeli sniper. Later that same week another neighbor lost his eye. Before and since then, the same situation…

  • No miracle yesterday in Nabi Saleh: Mustafa Tamimi murdered

    No miracle yesterday in Nabi Saleh: Mustafa Tamimi murdered

    by Linah Alsaafin 10 December 2011 | The Electronic Intifada “Ambulance! Ambulance!” So far, there were three people who had suffocated from the tear gas, and three people injured by rubber bullets. I saw gas, and so assumed that it was another case of suffocation. But the cries got louder, urgent, desperate — quite unlike…

  • In Photos: Balata cleans up for a place to run free

    In Photos: Balata cleans up for a place to run free

    by Amal 3 December 2011 | International Solidarity Movement, West Bank It is hard to describe the joy of a simple yet so meaningful clean up day, and the beauty of children playing in a stress-free environment. We joined residents of Balata Refugee Camp in a clean up and play day. Many people came out…

  • A day with fugitives in Gaza’s fishing waters

    A day with fugitives in Gaza’s fishing waters

    by Lydia de Leeuw 2 December 2011 | A Second Glance It’s 6.30am when Ahmad’s fishing boat leaves the Gaza City fishing port. Together with his three nephews and a friend, he will stay at sea for 48 hours, trying to catch as many fish as possible within the Israeli-imposed 3 nautical-mile limit.[1] Ahmad (Abu…

  • Thanksgiving in Gaza

    Thanksgiving in Gaza

    by Radhika Sainath 25 November 2011 | Notes from Behind the Blockade It all started with a simple question from Jabar, a Palestinian farmer from Faraheen, during Eid al-Adha, the festival of sacrifice. “Is there an American eid (holiday) where you slaughter an animal?” he asked Nathan, a colleague here in Gaza, a few weeks…