Every Friday the old people go to Jerusalem. The women are over fifty, and the men are over sixty. In the past, anyone could go, every day. Before the checkpoints it took ten minutes to get from Abu Dis to Jerusalem, or a half hour walk. Jerusalem is not just a place; it is a holy city, the capital of Palestine. The messengers Mohammed, Mousa and Jesus visited Jerusalem. The people had ID for sixty seven years before the Wall was built and now only people with permission can travel there. They must pass through metal detectors. Their belongings must be put through an X-ray machine. The soldiers are moody. Sometimes they do not let people with permission through.
I love Jerusalem. Don’t ask me why? Or how? Or what?
Before the wall I could go to the 48 Lands and the sea with my family. Life was difficult before the wall. There were checkpoints in the streets and prisoners were taken from families. My father and two brothers were imprisoned, and many more of my relatives too. My mother stayed for ten years in Abu Dis at the orders of the Israelis. She wished to go to Haj, but she could not. Then, those who had been in prison could not travel to Jerusalem. Now, nobody can.
After the Wall was built, many people could not reach their work in Jerusalem and the 48 Lands. Unemployment increased. People could not access hospitals. Women gave birth to children in the street and at checkpoints. The Wall separated all families in Palestine and took the land and water in Jenin and Qualqilia. Olive trees were cut down to build settlements.
One day the Palestinians will damage the Wall, inshallah.
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