Palestine: A Tale of Two Families

Elana Rozenman is an American-born Jew who has made Aliyah, the Hebrew word for the permanent move to Israel, and in the 1970’s married an Israeli man.  She serves as Global Network Liaison for Peace X Peace, an organization which uses technology to connect women’s groups from diverse locations so they can collaborate on activities for peace, security, and women’s empowerment.  She says, “my husband’s family were refugees from the Holocaust.  They came to Israel with nothing but hope and prayer, having nearly been killed so many times for the crime of being Jewish.  When they arrived, the new government [of David Ben Gurion] sent them to the village of Ramla, near Tel Aviv, where they made their first Israeli home.  They were able to stop being refugees and start living with dignity.” 

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[Ghada Issa, Hope Flowers School Program Coordinator. Photo credit: Peace X Peace]

Ghada Issa is a Palestinian Muslim woman, the Program Coordinator of Hope Flowers School and the daughter of its founder.  She is also a member of women’s circle within the Peace X Peace Global Network.  “My father’s family had been living in the Arab village of Ramla for generations.  When the state of Israel was declared in 1948, they saw fellow villagers being run out by the Jewish army and so they fled their home.  They became refugees and eventually came to Dheisheh Refugee Camp.  They have not been allowed to return to their village since, even to visit.”   

Her words hang in the air, not an accusation, but a counterweight.  Elana’s husband’s family could have moved onto Ghada’s father’s land.  One family became refugees at the exact moment another’s family stopped being so.  And yet these women sit next to each other, conversing openly about how to work together to heal the wounds of their communities and stop the violence of both suicide bombers and soldiers.  They recognize that animosity towards each other will only worsen the situation, and so they choose to communicate and affirm each other’s truths. 

There are hundreds of thousands refugees from the 1948 war scattered throughout Israel, Palestine, Jordon, Lebanon, Syria, and across the globe.  United Nations Referendum 194 recommends giving the Palestinians the right to return to their homes, but little action has been taken by Israel to follow up on this. Article 11 of the referendum points out that the Conciliation Commission, charged with sorting out relations between the Jews and Palestinians, should “facilitate the repatriation, resettlement and economic and social rehabilitation of the refugees and [provide] the payment of compensation” (Palestine Facts) but this has yet to happen.

Before I came to Israel, I happened to see Mai Masri’s film, “Frontiers of Dreams and Fears” which documents life in two refugee camps, Dheisheh, just 2 kilometers from the Hope Flowers School outside of Bethlehem, and Shatila, which is just outside of Beirut, Lebanon.  The impact of displacement on children is poignantly shown. 

I visited Dheisheh Refugee Camp, where Ghada Issa and her family had grown up.  Jihad Ramadan, a 23 year old man and life-long resident of the camp took me on a tour of the camp and shared his story.  He says there are approximately 11,000 refugees from the 1948 war in the camp, “squeezed into less than one square kilometer of land that was completely fenced in and isolated from the surrounding communities until about ten years ago, when residents tore the fence down.  All that remains is the front gate, open on either side.”  

Jihad’s family came to Dheisheh in 1948, refugees from the war, and he has snuck back to see the ruins of his village only once.  A glass case in the Ibdaa Cultural Center holds a young girl’s sandal and axe handle – the only remnants of a prosperous Palestinian town which now sits as fallow land on the edge of an Israeli orchard.  I ask if he would want to go back even though the village is destroyed.  He points to my microphone and minidisk recorder. “This is your thing, say I take it because I want it, you get angry because you don’t think it is my right to take it.  Even if I break it, you want it back because it is yours, you feel attached to it.  We want our land back, even if it is broken.”

Dheisheh, despite its crowded living conditions, perpetual garbage overload, and minimal medical facilities, is one of the nicer refugee camps.  Originally featuring a tent city, it now is a swath of cinderblock houses, the first room of each built by the United Nations.  Families save shekel by shekel (one shekel equals about twenty cents) to make additional rooms as marriages and babies expand their numbers. 

A woman who invited me into her home for tea has lived in the camp her entire life, 51 years, and has raised five children there.  Her mother arrived to Dheisheh in 1954, having been displaced from her village six years prior, and because there is virtually no economy in the camp, it has been impossible to move anywhere else.  She says she wants her children to leave and start life somewhere better, but this community is all the family knows.  She has the thick-skinned look of a woman who has lived a hard life, but her children hop from place to place with joyful exuberance. 

Her home is modest, the wall adorned only with a portrait of her oldest son who was jailed years ago for participating in the Intifada. When the Israeli soldiers came to arrest him, they bulldozed his home, which was attached to the family compound. I am taken to see the smooth new concrete structure they have rebuilt where this prodigal son’s home once stood. It took all their savings, but it is a triumph over the occupation that they have been able to rebuild. Many families cannot afford to, and the smashed concrete lingers as an Israeli message to the community not to try to resist.

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[Palestinian home bulldozed by Israeli Defence Forces, Al Khadr, Palestine]

Her home is modest, the wall adorned only with a portrait of her oldest son who was jailed years ago for participating in the Intifada.  When the Israeli soldiers came to arrest him, they bulldozed his home, which was attached to the family compound.  I am taken to see the smooth new concrete structure they have rebuilt where this prodigal son’s home once stood.  It took all their savings, but it is a triumph over the occupation that they have been able to rebuild.  Many families cannot afford to, and the smashed concrete lingers as an Israeli message to the community not to try to resist.  

For more information about Peace X Peace, please visit www.peacexpeace.org, for more about the Ibdaa Cultural Center, visit www.dheisheh-ibdaa.net, and for more on Hope Flowers School, visit www.hope-flowers.org  Mneesha Gellman is Associate Producer of "A World of Possibilities" radio program at the Mainstream Media Project in northern California. She traveled to Israel and Palestine in June 2005.  This is the second of four articles she will write for Toward Freedom.