My grandmother told me a lot about forced displacement since 1948.. My childhood is full of stories of displacement and my imagination is full of wars and events. My grandmother told me how she left home and immigrated with her mother and young sisters during the Nakba and that her father refused to leave the house and stayed to resist this crazy occupier, but soon they received the news of his martyrdom when my grandmother and her family arrived in Gaza as refugees from the brutal aggression of this intrusive occupier. All they carried with them was the key to their house and kept it as a souvenir because they have not returned home since 1976.
And here I am today living my grandmother's past and all I carried with me was the key to my house in northern Gaza after I was displaced from it in the most terrifying and worst ways.
And here I am today living my grandmother's past and all I carried with me was the key to my house in northern Gaza after I was displaced from it in the most terrifying and worst ways.
