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A community so tight that it is sufficient to give a driver the name of the area and family name.
Palestinian civilians entering an ex-interrogation centre as free people and sleepirng we are e young in the same rooms previously occupied by those who had tortured their people.
A culture where imprisonment of young people is normalised as part of the struggle, and where the estranged receives a classic heroes welcome for daring to throw stones.
A class of students learning about the benefits and uses of trains with the full knowledge they have never seen one on their land.
A people so generous that as well as showing us around their city, they ensure we are well fed, well rested and relatively safe.
A father who witnessed his son's gun riddled body deprived of emergency medicine and then made to needlessly wait hours before being allowed to bury him.
A typical morning line up where students pray together and pledge allegiance to their country and Palestinian cause.
A small 12 year old boy orphaned before his time - yet to meet his imprisoned father, then also made to live through the imprisonment of his mother.
Students so driven to learn they are leading the learning in their classrooms having prepared all their own resources and activities.
Being shown around an interrogation centre by the very people made to kneel for days until the moment they agree to free themselves into prison with a false confession.
Women adorning themselves with beautiful clothes and make up in preparation for weddings and engagement parties.
A poster drawing attention to child marriages and the subsequent meeting of a 15 year young bride concerned about community gossip.
Relaxing on a beautiful beach on the dead Sea then finding out our hosts had attempted to go the previous year but were denied entry as Palestinians.
Prostrating at al aqsa mosque, recognising the multi tiered system that permits us to do so but has prevented others.
Knowing it's olive picking season, when we see the fruit, as well as the line up of armed soldiers on the roadside in anticipation of the farmers.
Countless cups of traditional coffee and sweetened tea served in every office and house we enter.
A boy too young to be join a trip to London, but old enough to be arrested and given a prison sentence.
Palestinian children in the occupied territory of East Jerusalem studying a censored curriculum that denies them basic access to their history, geography and citizenship.
Passing three layers of armed soldiers before entering al aqsa mosque for asr, humbled by the magnificence of a space built for peaceful worship yet acknowledging how empty this mosque has now become.
A community so tight that it is sufficient to give a driver the name of the area and family name.
Palestinian civilians entering an ex-interrogation centre as free people and sleepirng we are e young in the same rooms previously occupied by those who had tortured their people.
A culture where imprisonment of young people is normalised as part of the struggle, and where the estranged receives a classic heroes welcome for daring to throw stones.
A class of students learning about the benefits and uses of trains with the full knowledge they have never seen one on their land.
A people so generous that as well as showing us around their city, they ensure we are well fed, well rested and relatively safe.
A father who witnessed his son's gun riddled body deprived of emergency medicine and then made to needlessly wait hours before being allowed to bury him.
A typical morning line up where students pray together and pledge allegiance to their country and Palestinian cause.
A small 12 year old boy orphaned before his time - yet to meet his imprisoned father, then also made to live through the imprisonment of his mother.
Students so driven to learn they are leading the learning in their classrooms having prepared all their own resources and activities.
Being shown around an interrogation centre by the very people made to kneel for days until the moment they agree to free themselves into prison with a false confession.
Women adorning themselves with beautiful clothes and make up in preparation for weddings and engagement parties.
A poster drawing attention to child marriages and the subsequent meeting of a 15 year young bride concerned about community gossip.
Relaxing on a beautiful beach on the dead Sea then finding out our hosts had attempted to go the previous year but were denied entry as Palestinians.
Prostrating at al aqsa mosque, recognising the multi tiered system that permits us to do so but has prevented others.
Knowing it's olive picking season, when we see the fruit, as well as the line up of armed soldiers on the roadside in anticipation of the farmers.
Countless cups of traditional coffee and sweetened tea served in every office and house we enter.
A boy too young to be join a trip to London, but old enough to be arrested and given a prison sentence.
Palestinian children in the occupied territory of East Jerusalem studying a censored curriculum that denies them basic access to their history, geography and citizenship.
Passing three layers of armed soldiers before entering al aqsa mosque for asr, humbled by the magnificence of a space built for peaceful worship yet acknowledging how empty this mosque has now become.
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