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A Palestinian Might Say

✒️ Naomi Shihab Nye
What? You don’t feel at home in your country, almost overnight? All the simple things you cared about, maybe took for granted. . . you feel insulted, invisible? Almost as if you’re not there? But you’re there. Where before you mingled freely. . . appreciated people who weren’t just like you. . . divisions grow stronger. That’s what “chosen” and “unchosen” will do. (Just keep your eyes on your houses and gardens. Keep your eyes on that tree in bloom.) Yes, a wall. Ours came later but. . . who talks about how sad the land looks, marked by a massive wall? That’s not a normal shadow. It’s something else looming over your lives.
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