Demolishing souls



I started my day this morning seeing my father’s garage in the photos on Facebook in one of the pages that bring about the news of the neighborhood.
Of course, there was no surprise. We live in a situation where we wake up to news of close people jailed or injured or killed. Demolitions are just another daily practice of an occupation.
I found myself calling my father, and I just wanted to know that he was okay. He has been battling against the demolition order for years now, firmly believing that they cannot demolish it, for two simple reasons, that he bought this land more than thirty years ago with the two rooms with no cement ceiling there , and he was using it more as his office to receive the taxi drivers and fix his cars . And he insists: ” I WILL NEVER DEMOLISH MY PROPERTY WITH…

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