Fate had been perverse to do such a thing, for Dalia had no defenses against raw vitality. Jolanta fell in love. Now it was a mortal risk to step into the fresh air. She was still muttering her displeasure as she walked across the Persian rugs of her foyer, through the tiled grand arches, into the family room, where she struggled onto her knees to sit briefly on the floor cushion. He had covered the hole with a sheet of tile and declared it offlimits to children. My heart thrashed with such potency 59 that I could hear it.

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Ameen, Farook, and Mahmoud remained with us.

His brown skin bore a great deal of hair, covering a tall frame of bones that protruded at his shoulders like a clothes hanger under the traditional dishdashe. It was rumored that he was crossing into Israel, supplying information about anyone in Jenin trying to organize opposition to Israel.

You do we worship and to You do we turn for help. Gone were the days of family trips to Tulkarem and Ramallah. None of the adults would tell us mornnigs was going on, so we pieced together snatches of their conversations as best we could.

I saw her that day in the fullness of motherhood, with all the wounds of her shattered life and broken mind momentarily healed. Old women cracked their improvised doors for a look.

She smelled of fermented misery. She sat motionless in a corner, just as I had seen her sitting on the ground when I had stood up in the kitchen hole. There could be no starting over a third time.


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Waking limbs stretched, water splashed away sleep, hopeful eyes widened. He and Jolanta saw ;df birth of Israel. The sun clawed at everything it touched while the sumptuous smell of lamb and cumin struggled to seep through the anxiety.

Yehya paused to massage a crick in his neck. Huda remained curled like a fetus as we were carried to a makeshift hospital set up by international relief agencies.

For the rest of her life, Dalia would have the unconscious habit of rubbing the tips of the fingers of her right hand back and forth on their palm while she gritted her teeth, giving the impression that she held something in her dpf that was living and trying to get out.

mornings in jenin pdf

And you never know what son-of-a-dog Zionist is hiding in the bushes or what British bastard is going to stop odf. In the next, Ismael was gone.

Mama and Um Abdallah sat on the kitchen floor holding hands, praising God and marveling at their boys, half-dead but still among the ejnin, as if they were seeing them for the first time. Teach her a lesson.

Realizing what Yehya was up to, Haj Salem begged him to find prudence. He spoke to the men with an unfamiliar voice that bore no hint of the intellectual, solitary man who spent his time with books or in communion with the land. Despite his vagabond appearance, he came mofnings with euphoria and the people lifted him to heights of esteem befitting the only man among them who had outwitted a ruthless military and had done what five great morninys could not effectuate.


Exhausted and bewildered eyes peered from windows. But before heading back, a prayer was offered. Fatooma was worth begging for, but the begging irritated the soldier.

mornings in jenin pdf

He ate, watching Dalia move with Ismael mrnings her bosom and Yousef at her legs as she served the food. We collected bugs and played make-believe in a playhouse we constructed.

Defeated by the quiet nag of his hands wanting things to do. For they had endured many masters—Romans, Byzantines, Crusaders, Ottomans, British—and nationalism was inconsequential. Darweesh went to check on the horses and his wife has Ismael. Middle East—Politics and government——Fiction.

Mornings in Jenin

Mama never danced at weddings and rarely visited friends. By then, Yousef had acquired a deliberate manner of speech and the war had consolidated an intensity to his character, which would one day take him ni into love and into history.

The men and women held separate councils, from which a fledgling command began jenjn emerge. There, in that silent world, like the stillness I had heard after the blast that had torn the kitchen and killed Aisha, I had an odd desire to be a fish.