by Reimagining Childhood Studies | Dec 1, 2023 | Letters for Palestinian childhoods
Dear children of Palestine You are as precious as the tiny beads that together shape the words Free Palestine. As each bead is carefully placed, they tell the story of a Free Palestine. I am so sad and angry that you have not been treated as precious and worthy of...
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...
