To Whom Much is Given, Much is Asked
by Murad Siam
Apr 5, 2018
A little over 15 years ago, my parents’ home in California burned to the ground. I drove up as the rubble was being cleared away and asked the workers to stop so I could rummage through and see what was salvageable. In a small frayed pouch I found all of my deceased father’s documents from…
Read MoreI’ve never left that hospital room in Burj El Barajneh
by Ellen Siegel
Mar 1, 2018
I was born toward the end of the Holocaust. I went to Hebrew school, marked all the Jewish holidays, and then went to a Jewish school of nursing. In 1967, I was asked to go volunteer in Israel. I didn’t know much about the politics there, but I heard there were Palestinians who were living…
Read MorePalestine is always close to my heart even if I’m far away
by Zeina Azzam
Jan 31, 2018
When I was a teenager, my father planted a fig tree in our backyard. Each morning he would go out to his garden, his small bustan, to check on his shajarat teen. This was in New York. As you might expect, the poor tree struggled to survive through cold winters and short summers. Yet my father…
Read MoreProtected: How to Support Anera Through Stock Giving
Feb 25, 1968
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