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When one hurts or kills a women
one hurts or kills hummanity and is an antrocitie.
Gino d'Artali
and: My mother (1931-1997) always said to me <Mi
figlio, non esistono notizie <vecchie> perche puoi imparare qualcosa da
qualsiasi notizia.> Translated: <My son, there is no such thing as so
called 'old' news because you can learn something from any news.>
Gianna d'Artali.
Photo by Nils Adler/Al Jazeera]
Al Jazeera - Oct 6, 2024 - By Nils Adler
<<'The old will die and the young will forget'
Keys belonging to Palestinians forced from their homes in the Nakba and
Naksa have become symbols for their right to return.
Amman, Jordan - David Ben-Gurion, Israel's first prime minister,
believed that the memory of the Nakba, or "catastrophe", would
eventually fade for the hundreds of thousands of Palestinians violently
expelled from their homeland by Zionist militias in 1948. In 1949, a
year after the State of Israel was created, he is reported to have said:
<The old will die and the young will forget.> It's a prediction that
amuses Omer Ihsan Yaseen, an erudite 20-year-old optician and
third-generation Palestinian refugee living in Jordan's capital, Amman.
"We will return, I am sure of that," he says firmly as he points at a
thick iron key that once opened the heavy-set doors to his grandparents'
stone house in Salamah, five kilometres east of Jaffa, now part of Tel
Aviv in Israel. The key takes pride of place in a homemade shrine-like
display dedicated to Palestinian identity that hangs on the wall of his
family-run optician, next to a display of designer sunglasses and
spectacles. It contains a collection of memorabilia, including lumps of
sand and soil smuggled in from the Gaza Strip and Jaffa by family
friends over the years. Omer's father, Ihsan Mohamad Yaseen, picks up
some Jaffa soil with a gentle reverence, allowing it to run through his
fingers into a small bowl. The family's home was burned down during the
first Arab-Israeli war (May 1948 - January 1949), the 58-year-old
explains, but the key remains an heirloom and stands as a symbol of
resistance and the right of return.
Ihsan has lived all his life in al-Wehdat, a chaotic, bustling
Palestinian refugee camp located in the Hay al-Awdah suburb of southeast
Amman. The camp was one of four set up in Jordan after the Nakba to
house tens of thousands of Palestinian refugees but has long outgrown
itself and now melts seamlessly into the surrounding areas of southeast
Amman. Like many Palestinians who have lived their whole lives in these
camps, Ihsan still sees it as a temporary solution before his family can
return to their homeland. He takes long breaths as he recalls the
memories passed down by his parents. Behind him, pictures of Palestinian
intellectuals line the walls, including the poet and authors Mahmoud
Darwish and Ghassan Kanafani.
Ihsan's vivid descriptions paint a picture of a family living in a
close-knit community that would while away the evenings in their home's
traditional inner courtyard, singing and dancing and surrounded by
fruits, including the world-renowned Jaffa oranges, that flourished in
the temperate Mediterranean climate. The happy memories fade into ones
of violence after the Haganah, a Zionist paramilitary force, tore
through the village. He pulls out a walking stick that belonged to his
mother, engraved with the words of a song titled Oummi (My Mother).
Aseel Yaseen, Ihsan's amiable 28-year-old daughter, joins her father and
brother as they clasp the cane and belt out an impromptu sing-a-long.
Ihsan continues, but his words falter, and his eyes reveal a deep
generational trauma. Clenching the key firmly in his fist, he says that
the local authorities had told his parents that they could return in a
week, once the violence had ended, so they grabbed their key, packed
some bags and left for the Gaza Strip. "I don't know who sold our
homeland. But I saw who paid the price"
BY THE WAR WILL END BY MAHMOUD DARWISH
A week turned into 19 years before the family were uprooted once again
when Israel seized the remaining Palestinian territory in the 1967 War,
an event also referred to as the "Naksa", meaning setback or defeat.
Ihsan's mother, who was six months pregnant, was forced to walk from
Gaza with him to Amman, an exhausting monthlong trek that took her
through the sweltering heat of the Negev desert.
A home never visited
Omer looks out at Al-Wehdat, which houses about 62,000 Palestinian
refugees, all of whom he says are waiting to return to their homeland.
The camp is a far cry from the scenic village Ihsan described, but its
community spirit and strong Palestinian identity ensure that they will
always prove Ben-Gurion wrong, he says. "We stick together, we stay
strong together." With limited space, the camp has had to expand
lengthways, resulting in an eclectic mix of housing units and a
sprawling network of pockmarked roads. Jordan now hosts about two
million Palestinian refugees, around 370,000 of whom still live in
camps, 10 of them official and three of them unofficial. Ihsan and his
children, like the majority of Palestinians in the camp, have never set
foot in Palestinian territory. After the Nakba, the Egyptian army took
control of the Gaza Strip, and Jordan's army entered the West Bank,
including East Jerusalem. When those territories were seized by Israel
during the Naksa, Palestinians from the West Bank who fled to Jordan
were issued citizenship. Those who came from Gaza were not because Egypt
had controlled the enclave and they were considered foreign residents.
This meant they were excluded from the rights and services offered to
Jordanian citizens, marginalising the community. More than 600,000
Palestinians in Jordan still do not have citizenship, the majority of
them having been registered arriving from the Gaza Strip after the Naksa.
"It was in another country that I earned my harsh subsistence, a place
that had everything and nothing, that same country which gave you
everything in order to deny you it."
BY MEN FROM THE SUN BY GHASSAN KANAFANI
Despite being originally from Jaffa, the Yaseen family were therefore
registered as being from the Gaza Strip due to their displacement there
in 1949.
They have temporary Jordanian passports which must be renewed frequently
and cost more than regular Jordanian passports. Their passports also
state that they are Palestinians from Gaza, something that Omer says
means he would not be allowed to cross the Israeli-controlled
checkpoints into the Palestinian territory. However, for Omer, it is
simply a label. The worn key is evidence that his family is from around
Jaffa, where they will, one day, return.
A life in limbo
Ali al-Mashayekh, a 54-year-old restaurateur, pulls down an array of
thick, worn keys from a display in one of his establishments that serves
traditional Palestinian food in Al-Balad, Amman's busy commercial
centre. He dangles one from his index finger, feeling its heavy weight.
This key once belonged to what he describes as a modest home made of
clay brick near the occupied West Bank city of Hebron, known as al-Khalil
in Arabic.
He puffs on his cigarette and flicks through old, grainy photographs on
his phone of his parents' property that they were forced to flee during
the Naksa. Sitting on the wooden balcony of his restaurant, he ushers
one of his staff to bring some hibiscus juice. The men in his family had
worked in construction, he says, pulling up a photo of his parents'
home, a small, unremarkable house sitting atop a small grass field. Now,
al-Mashayekh says, the area houses an antenna farm for an Israeli
company. That modest life in Hebron seems a world away from his
successful restaurant business in Jordan. Yet, despite everything he has
built up since he was a young boy living in a refugee camp outside
Amman, he says he would trade it in a heartbeat if his family could
return to Hebron. Al-Mashayekh describes his life in Amman with
indifference. "It's ok, we don't really have a choice," he says with a
shrug of his shoulders; like Ihsan and Omer, he sees it as a tolerable
limbo before he can return to Palestine. He has never visited the land
that he yearns for, instead it lives through photos that he has printed
out and plastered across the walls of his restaurants. His precocious
12-year-old daughter, Sara, is equally enthusiastic about the place she
"knows well", having scoured Instagram for images and videos. Al-Mashayekh,
like roughly three-quarters of Palestinians in Jordan, holds full
Jordanian citizenship, which means that, technically, he could enter the
occupied West Bank. The King Hussein Bridge, also known as the Allenby
Bridge, is the only crossing between Jordan and the occupied West Bank.
Although it is only 50km from Amman, the journey would involve many
hours of travel, waiting and passing checkpoints. However, the majority
of Palestinians in Jordan have never entered the Palestinian territory
or Israel. Many say it is because of the issues they would face from
Israeli authorities who control the three border crossings, which also
include the Sheikh Hussein crossing in the country's north and Wadi
Araba Crossing by the Red Sea city of Aqaba. Al-Mashayekh says his
reason for not having visited is the fact that he would have to visit
the Israeli embassy, located in an affluent area of Amman and the site
of regular mass pro-Palestinian protests. There, he would have to
request permission for an entry visa and, if approved, receive an
Israeli stamp on his identity documents. "If I did that, I would
legitimise their occupation, and I can't do that," he says firmly.
'Many people would have given up, but not the Palestinians' Ahmad
Ibrahim Akras, 47, riffles through sheets of paper in a small ramshackle
store in central Amman that sells vintage bric-a-brac and copious
amounts of Palestinian trinkets and posters. He pulls out ownership
papers stamped by the Palestinian authorities in 2000, which recognise
that his family owns land near Hebron in the occupied West Bank. They
evoke bittersweet emotions, he says; on the one hand, they are a
recognition of his family's right to return but he also feels anger that
the area is currently part of Kiryat Arba, an illegal Israeli
settlement, meaning he cannot return. Their family's home has been
reduced to a "bunch of stones" he says. His mother, 80-year-old Amenah
Mohamad Bostanjy, still regularly wears her Palestinian thobe, which she
wove in the early 1980s herself with rich green and blue embroidery on
the chest and sleeves. Ahmad hands her the key to the house near Hebron,
which she clutches to her chest, but her hand drops under its weight.
She appears frail with age and unable to easily recount her life in
Hebron, which she left in 1972 to marry Ahmad's father, Ibrahim, who
died in 2020. Instead, Ahmad plays an hours-long cassette recording he
made with his mother many years ago. Her younger voice fills the room,
recounting the harrowing tale of her husband's displacement during the
Nakba when he was only two years old. It was a treacherous journey, with
his family sheltering in a cave for two months before reaching Jabal
Amman, in Jordan’s capital Amman, where Jordanian soldiers looked after
them.
Ahmad lets out a series of dry hoarse coughs, his health has been
failing him recently, something he attributes to the stress of following
the news coming out of Gaza. Tears fill his eyes; he wants his family to
be able to return home, but he is proud, he says, of the Palestinian
diaspora. Many other people would have given up he says, but not the
Palestinians. "We are still waiting to go back," he says defiantly.
A deep sleep
Hamza al-Afghani, 45, a lawyer and store owner who lives in Amman, opens
an old passport issued in 1947 that belonged to grandfather, Ahmad
Abdulhamid al-Afghani. It was issued by what had then been British
Mandate Palestine and reveals a picture of a well-groomed hirsute man
with a pencil moustache. Next to it lies the keys to his home and
souvenir store in Jaffa, a business started by Hamza's
great-grandfather, Abdulhamid al-Afgahi, an Afghan trader who had moved
to Palestine in 1870 after a visit had left a deep impression on him.
The port city of Jaffa had been a thriving commercial thoroughfare,
Hamza explains, and a prime location for an ambitious entrepreneur.
Palestinians, not knowing how to pronounce his Afghan surname gave
Hamza's great-grandfather the nickname al-Afghani, a name he adopted and
gave to his first business, a souvenir store.
That store soon became a thriving business under the British Mandate of
Palestine, before the family was driven out by Zionist militias during
the Nakba. The family has since recreated his legacy in Amman with
several souvenir stores including one in Jabal al-Weibdeh, an
international, trendy area filled with cosy cafes and restaurants. The
staff, many of whose families come from Gaza, help customers choose from
an array of Palestinian memorabilia. Tourists visit the store to buy
keffiyehs or high-end products that display Palestinian symbols,
including the Palestinian key. Fifty-year-old Anas al-Abdullah, Hamza's
cousin, holds up two iron keys - one that used to open the door to the
family home in Jaffa and one to an old souvenir store. He has located
the latter on Google Earth; the once handsome stone store facade in the
corner of a Jaffa street now stands derelict. Hamza, the head of a
successful business and a lawyer, is a well-known character in the area.
He is constantly interrupted by passersby who want to steal a moment of
his time. Despite his success and comfortable surroundings in Amman, he
says life in Jordan for Palestinians can feel like a "deep sleep".
"We all carry this pain; I even carry it," he says, adding, "but I teach
my children one day we will go back to our land."
SOURCE: AL JAZEERA>>
https://www.aljazeera.com/features/longform/2024/10/6/locked-out-palestinians-in-jordan-still-waiting-to-return-to-stolen-homes
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