by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Dec 1, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
This is a photo of a little boy standing in front of a pretend moon. He is three years old. He’s hitting it because he thinks it is a drum, his favourite toy. Above him is the real moon. It’s a crescent shape. He says it looks like a banana – his favourite...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Nov 28, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
I saw your picture in the first page of a newspaper very far from where you live. You are only 9 years old wearing a non-sleeves T-shirt and barefoot. You were at the morgue, crying and caressing the face of your deceased 8-month-old baby sister. She looks like a...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Nov 25, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
I don’t know your name, and this haunts me. I want to say your name, to keep you alive. Because I don’t know if you are or not. But when I close my eyes, I see you. Your hands are chalked, grey, from the particles of the destruction. You are digging, through the...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Nov 25, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
My mother was a child of war in a cellar she hid with her mother while the bombs – silent ones which would suddenly burst – crushed homes on the street and she waited for father to return My father was a young man of war in the belly of a ship he kept...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Nov 22, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
When I was a little girl, I was scared of the dark. I used to slip into my grandmother’s bed in the middle of the night, and nestled against her, all nice and warm, I used to say: “ can you tell me a story?” Invariably, she would start “long long ago, there was a...
