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sabrwasumud:

Sitti Aziza, Allah yer7amha outside her home in Deir Yassin, Palestine (1985)
My great-grandmother, Aziza Radwan, was a survivor of the Deir Yassin massacre that took place 66 years ago today. At the time of the massacre, she was at the village bakery as she was every morning at dawn. My grandmother was 10 years old at the time of the massacre. She recounts the details of that day often. 
“When we reunited with my mother three days after the massacre, she told us about how the Zionists kept her and other women prisoner in the bakery, proudly waiving around large daggers wet with the blood of others,” she describes.
“They shot the baker and his son, [Hussein and Abdel Raouf Al-Sharif from Hebron],  and threw them both in the oven, as a warning to the women.” 
My grandmother recounts her mother’s haunting words. 
 ‘If you scream, I will kill you with this knife that has killed many before you.”  
The harrowing images of that day remain seared into memory. The legacy of steadfastness and patient endurance will remain alive in the flames of the struggle of the Palestinian people worldwide - in our homeland, in the diaspora, and everywhere the oppressed rise up and resist.
The old will die, but the young will never forget.
 

sabrwasumud:

Sitti Aziza, Allah yer7amha outside her home in Deir Yassin, Palestine (1985)

My great-grandmother, Aziza Radwan, was a survivor of the Deir Yassin massacre that took place 66 years ago today. At the time of the massacre, she was at the village bakery as she was every morning at dawn. My grandmother was 10 years old at the time of the massacre. She recounts the details of that day often.

“When we reunited with my mother three days after the massacre, she told us about how the Zionists kept her and other women prisoner in the bakery, proudly waiving around large daggers wet with the blood of others,” she describes.

“They shot the baker and his son, [Hussein and Abdel Raouf Al-Sharif from Hebron],  and threw them both in the oven, as a warning to the women.” 

My grandmother recounts her mother’s haunting words. 

 ‘If you scream, I will kill you with this knife that has killed many before you.”  

The harrowing images of that day remain seared into memory. The legacy of steadfastness and patient endurance will remain alive in the flames of the struggle of the Palestinian people worldwide - in our homeland, in the diaspora, and everywhere the oppressed rise up and resist.

The old will die, but the young will never forget.

 

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universalcuisines:

Knafeh also spelled as kanafeh (Arabic: كنافة‎ kanāfah, Turkish: künefe, Greek: κα(ν)ταΐφι kadaïfi/kataïfi) originated in the Palestinian city of Nablus in the modern-day West Bank, where it is filled with Nabulsi cheese. Another name for knafeh is knafeh Nabulsiyye. It plays a central role in Palestinian cuisine and is the most famous throughout the Arab world.
Kanafeh is also found in the Balkans and is a feature of Turkish, Greek, and Levantine cuisine.
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Oh god

I want to go to Nablus…