Asylum to Israel

A standing point for Jerusalemites to make a decision, to decide where they want to belong. To a state that oppresses them, marginalize them, dehumanize them, but yet give them some benefits and an individual status, even under a second or third class category of a citizen. Or to a state that they dream of having, and yet almost entirely realizing it will never see the light of becoming, but continue to pray on having one day, within an authority that we are not really sure what was the bargain that concerns us. We found ourselves watching in both directions, becoming refugees not in other towns or countries but in our very own city and houses. Waiting for a solution that determines our destiny with a choice that may not be ours …

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My latest article in Arabic might be by far the most daring according to one of my close friends, who cautioned me about publishing it. And I was as my usual self in such situations finding a good platform to pretend a heroic action that in reality is empty.

I genuinely never wanted to be a critic of the Palestinian Authority, and I never want to be in a place where I would defend Israel. At the end of the day I am a woman who got out of two relations (not the only ones of course) (but two that lasted for quite a time) one from a schizophrenic (psychopath) and another from a troubled bulimic (who thinks he is a narcissist, and seems to understand it as a compliment). Well … yes, there is something about me and the attraction of psychotic desperate cases around me. Does this make…

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