by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Feb 15, 2024 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
My dear friend, Have you ever heard a grown-up say ‘its complicated’? When a grown-up says this, it’s very rare that it actually IS complicated. This is an answer that grown-ups usually give when they don’t want to give you a REAL answer. It could be because they...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Feb 12, 2024 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
In your blue skirt and your red blouse, you move so gently, full of joy, as if the world was a wonder and there were no ruins around you. Captured, I glimpse the scene as if on a movie screen. In her black jacket, a girl makes a winter jump, full of joy, as if the...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Jan 21, 2024 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
You remind me of myself; our skin tone similar, our mother tongue similar in origin. I grieve when I wonder; What was I doing at 9 years old? And how by arbitrary chance, our lives are not similar at all. I am in awe of the eloquent force of your reporting. My prayers...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Jan 18, 2024 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
My daughter, Yasmine, is 12 years old. She is the same age as you. These days, every time I look at Yasmine, I remember you, and I think about the life you could’ve had, should’ve had. I think of a life all children should be granted: to go to school without...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Jan 15, 2024 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
Where is the world, you ask. Does no one see me bereft? Caressing my sister’s cold 1-year old body. Does no one hear our terrorized cries? Amidst the 29,000 (by mid-December) munitions, shells and bombs dropped on us. Does no one see me as I walk,...
