I spent my life between occupation and occupation
And all the times of my life only know occupation and blood and fear and terror
The above lines come from a poem written by Murad “Palestina” Amro. A young man from Hebron. His poems are published below. But first some background.
I’ve written about Murad ‘Palestina” before. This time, I’m not writing about him as much as I am just forwarding on his own words. Words of Anguish. Words of Fear. Words of Despair. Words of Outrage at our silence; our complicity and our attempt to ignore the very real devastation wreaked at the hands of Zionist Occupation forces.
I first started ‘talking’ to Murad in October 2011, a few months after my last trip to Palestine. Somehow pictures he posted of Hebron’s grape festival appeared on my facebook page and I posted a comment. From that time, I have come to know Murad as someone who finished a degree in agronomy, who loves to ride and train horses. He’s peaceful, generally happy and is not afraid to post pictures of butterflies or cats online.
In the past several months, Murad and his colleague in Youth Against Settlements have been arrested, some multiple times, harassed, threatened, beaten and, in the case of Issa Amro, tortured and threatened with death. About 500 Jewish settlers are living illegally within the city of Hebron. Another 6,000 or so live in settlement blocs surrounding the outskirts of the city. Because of them, the Old City market – an area of a mere .6 miles – now has 101 closures; more than 20 security cameras, some of which are mobile and follow you around. More than 1,700 shops have closed either by military order or because the closures keep out customers. The main thoroughfare – Shuhada Street – is off limits to Palestinians, who are relegated to a dusty path alongside the street, demarcated by cement barriers. In the pictures on the right, you can see Shuhada Street, taken during my visit in October 2010. In the second picture, you’ll see that internationals can walk down the street. These were members of the Christian group I traveled with. However, I was not allowed on Shuhada Street either. Not because I’m Palestinians – because I’m not. But because I wear a headscarf.
After Baruch Goldstein, an American Jewish physician, gunned down 29 Palestinians in cold blood a they were prostrate in prayer in the Ibrahimi mosque in 1994, Occupation Authorities closed the Muslim worship center. When it reopened, a third of it was left for Muslims, who now must go through three security checkpoints to access their prayer hall, where 12 cameras record every move and every word. Jewish worshipers are able to access the two-thirds of Ibrahimi mosque – now off limits to Palestinians – freely and without having to endure any security measures.
Since my first visit to Hebron in October 2010, things have gotten steadily worse, thanks to rampant settler violence and Zionist military incursions and night raids. During President Obama’s recent trip to the Holy Land, IOF forces rounded up school children in Hebron, all without comment from the purportedly most powerful man in the world.
A new report by the United Nations Human Rights Council about the impact of settlers on Palestinian life categorizes the interlopers into three categories. This one best describes the settlers who daily intimidate and harass residents of Hebron:
A third group seems to be motivated by political and religious ideologies; they live in the central part of the West Bank, often very close to Palestinian communities.
The report lists some of the methods settlers use against Palestinians, especially those who live in Hebron:
The mission heard numerous testimonies on violent attacks by settlers, including physical assaults, the use of knives, axes, clubs and other improvised weapons, as well as shootings and the throwing of Molotov cocktails. The testimonies also recounted the psychological impact of intimidation by armed settlers trespassing on Palestinian land, at Palestinian water springs or in the midst of Palestinian neighbourhoods in Hebron and East Jerusalem. In some cases, testimonies described years of violence and intimidation directed at the same Palestinian family living in proximity to settlements that had pushed it to abandon its properties.
The Israeli army also has a hand in evicting Palestinians from their homes and villages surrounding Hebron, according to the report:
The Israeli army routinely demolishes their shelters and property, including those provided by or built with the assistance of aid agencies and international donors. In the South Hebron hills, eight villages are at risk of eviction to make way for a new firing zone.
Murad has lived with this for most of his life. But his poems came shortly after his cousin Issa was released this week from Israeli custody, where he was tortured and threatened with death. I’ve reported in the past that one of the wifi networks used by settlers is named, “Kill Issa.”
Issa founded the non-violent youth movement called Youth Against Settlements. In addition to protesting the occupation non-violently, YAS also runs a community center where youth are taught skills and coping mechanism. Because of his activism, Issa has been marked for arrest and intimidation. In fact, prior to his most recent arrest, he had been taken into custody at least 20 times. His situation is so dire, the Geneva International Centre for Justice issued an urgent appeal to the UN Special Rapporteur for Palestine on his behalf.
One of the most prominent cases is that of Issa I.H. Amro, a Palestinian residing in Tel Rumeida, Hebron. Issa Amro is the coordinator of a youth movement (Youth Against Settlements) opposed to occupation and settlements and strongly committed to purely non-violent protests.
He started his activities while he was a student in 2003, after the army had forcedly closed the Palestine Polytechnic University (PPU), claiming it would only provide knowledge to terrorists. Together with international supporters, Issa fought the decision until six months later the PPU was finally re-opened. Since then, Issa has become the most prominent face of the popular resistance in Hebron, closely working with international and Israeli organizations.
His activities make Issa a constant target for occupation forces and settlers alike.
In 2012 alone, he was arrested over 20 times, for periods between several hours and five days, once during a trip to Jordan, as part of a broader policy of intimidation, aimed to stop his activities.
Numerous times during his arrests he was left blindfolded and handcuffed for hours, while Israeli soldiers, incited by settlers, launched death threats and curses against him, calling Baruch Goldstein, the author of the 1994 massacre, a hero.
Issa was warned several times by Israeli soldiers either to cease his activities or they would raid his house or shoot him. Complaints were never pursued. Instead, he was convicted of “incitement” and released under harsh bail restrictions even in cases when video evidence was given that he had never been involved in aggressions.
And so, on the day the media report about Issa’s release came out, Murad sent these poems to me. The very least I can do is to help bring help facilitate his voice. The world isn’t listening. But maybe you will hear what Murad has to say.
The story of a young Palestinian man
I really do not know where to start and how
I really do not know how you ought to be a prelude to talk with you to reach your hearts and your minds
I really want to reach the message of the Palestinian people for the world
I really want you all to know how we live here in occupied Palestine
I really want to know how life is within us
I really want you all to know how to spin organs of the human body in us
How the digestive system works and the respiratory and nervous and skeletal systems and all organs of the body
How life goes inside our bodies, not only on the nature and on the ground and the reality
I want you really want to know how we think and what we think and how to be our mood
I want you to know what is our own
I want you to know what we like and read
I want you to know that the most difficult story on the face of the earth since that human habitation of this land
I want you to know how the occupation [affects] our hearts and minds
On our men and our children are our future and our dreams
I want you to all [know] accurately for the Palestinian cause and the reality in which we live
I am a young Palestinian from the general public
I’m not the president and I’m not a minister
I’m not a leader and not a famous man or a star
I, Murad, young Palestinian: simply living a simple life
I am a young Palestinian man I have many dreams
I am a young man dreaming of peace, security and stability, justice and freedom, friendship and love and hope
I am a young Palestinian man to die every moment a thousand times because of the occupation and because of the difficult and bitter [reality] in which we live
I am a young Palestinian man like millions of young Palestinians who live a hard life and harsh circumstances in the political, economic and security and all the conditions that all Palestinians live
I am a young Palestinian man carries painful memories
Memories kill me every day
I feel sad memories when I remember that I die
Detailed memories of murder and blood, suffering and loss of loved ones, displacement and displacement
Memories of terror and fear because of the Israeli occupation
Memories made my heart bleed every day crying we lost friends and loved ones were killed in cold blood and for no reason.
Killed by occupation
Wandering memories in my mind every day when I remember my cousin when he was killed in cold blood in 2002 in front of my eyes and I’m a small child.
Memories, I remember my cousin the other who greeted the refrigerated [morgue] after his death in Israeli jails.
I was a young man, I forget, when I was five years old and Israeli soldiers searched the house and break everything –
Doors, furniture, glass and electronic equipment and I grabbed gown my mother and my mother was crying.
The soldiers who look at me with all the anger and hatred; and I do not know of them what they want.
Why look at me that way and I’m just a child at the age of five?
Why get all this way with me?
What is the crime committed by the child is 5 years old?
I am a young man did not forget [how they] arrested me and I am 11 years old.
That was on September 13, 2001
When the soldiers beat me for eight hours continuously and the reason the charge committed at that time because I carry my backback from school to home and I’m tired of study and school quotas.
The dream that brought me home to eat lunch and see my mom
But unfortunately I went to prison and I am a child.
I kid did not forget how you experience the tank with my body and I am a child and I said to the soldiers in the tank ‘kill me, you villains.’
I am a young man in every day I have a story with the occupation and the suffering that I hold, so large and not borne by mountains.
I am a young man I spent my childhood to the sound of tanks and aircraft bombing
I am a young man I spent my childhood to the sound of the guns and bullets
I grew up after a young man that I was several times shot and cases of choking tear gas
I am a young man I spent my childhood between fear and terror and suffering and blood pouring
I am a young man I spent my childhood to the sound of bombing the homes of Palestinian civilians.
Among these houses was my uncle’s house
I am a young man I spent my childhood between nightmares and fear of occupation
I am a young man occupation woke me up out of sleep many times when you broke into the house
I am a young man I spent all the time of my life thinking that the occupation will come to attack
I am a young man I spent much of my time at military checkpoints waiting to cross from street to street
I am a young man and fear faced many difficulties
I am a young man taught me a harsh occupation on many things
I am a man to bring the experiences of my life, and I was 80 years old, but I was 24 years old
I am a young man and the occupation killed all my dreams and my ambitions and all hope
I had a young man, with a lot of sad stories.
But there are[other] young men and the Palestinian families with outlines of more stories
I am a young for many things in life
I am a man and I have nothing but my stories.
Occupation lives in our hearts
I’m thinking every moment and every step that the occupation will come
I sleep, I wake up and occupation occupies all my thoughts and my emotions
Occupation is not only the occupation of land and resources
Occupation occupies the minds and hearts and love and hope
Occupation destroys the dreams and kils thel hope of everything
Occupation controls everything
Water, air, and food
The trees and stones and people.
The economy and border, industriy, trade and agriculture.
Occupation controls children and the future.
Every day brings Israeli barriers between the street and another street … Between one village and the other
Between the cities are the barriers and settlements.
I am a young unemployed.
Like a lot of young people I could not complete my graduate studies because of the economic situation
I could not pursue master’s and doctoral study because of poor economic conditions
I am a man never to find a job because of the occupation and its impact on policy, borders, economy and everything.
I am a young and cannot progress one stepin my life
A lot of young people like me
Dream like all the youth everyehere of the world – a happy life, happy marriage, happy home, safety and love.
Dream of a comfortable job
Dream of a better tomorrow … Dream to return home every day without risk or any problems of the occupation and the settlers
I do not really know that when I leave the house, will I come back? Will I return safely, wounded or as a martyr?
I do not know what awaits me.
Death surrounds us everywhere, fear and horror.
Occupation killed our future and our lives
Occupation destroyed everything
The psychological impact kills us every moment and we feel nothing but insecurity and fear.
And I want you just to imagine for a moment – How would you feel if you were under occupation???