by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Dec 14, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
During the last two months I have seen so many images from Gaza that have stuck with me. But the little girl having her wounds cleaned while she insistently asked whether this was a dream or reality, whether what happened to her house was real or a dream (a nightmare,...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Dec 13, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
Paper boats loaded with wishes on their way to the lighthouse that is every girl and boy in Gaza. La imagen “Barcos de papel cargados de deseos camino al faro que es cada niña y cada niño en Gaza” es producto de un trabajo colectivo de un equipo de mujeres...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Dec 13, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
“They don’t have snow days in Palestine, they have military invasion days.” -International Solidarity Movement activists, describing Palestinian children’s lives under occupation. She said, go play outside, but don’t throw balls near the...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Dec 13, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
You don’t know me, but I’ve been thinking a lot about you. I first found about you in 2021, when I learned that your home had been bombed by the Israel military. When you fled your home before the bombs hit, you had to leave behind your pet fish, Hurriyeh...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Dec 12, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
We wish to share a story with you about a remarkable plant that embodies both strength and sweetness: the watermelon cactus, a symbol of hope and resilience. In a challenging environment, amid ruins, grows the watermelon cactus. Sprouting from a single bulb of hope,...
by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Dec 12, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
Where is my family? I’m still young Where is my family? And our farewell became a destiny Where is my family? Why did this pain happen to me? Where is my family? Blood is all over my walls Where is my family? I opened my eyes and I saw nothing but my shadow Mum, dad,...