A Palestinian refugee, between the hammer of pain and the anvil of hope Chapter I, My Family: The pain just started by Sam A, Palestine
1948. This is the year when my family was first displaced from our homeland in Beer Sheva. It happened during the war, our house and farm were looted in cold blood. My grandfather passed away 10 years ago. He always told me it was a good life before the war, living as Bedouins and moving […]