Dear friends,
I wanted to write this last night but was exhausted from playing umpteen hands of the card
game UNO with my 6 year old daughter, Nadine (pic attached). Why this card frenzy,
especially given I hate playing cards? Well, we were in the center of Ramallah yesterday
afternoon, at 3:40pm when the almighty Israeli military decided, again, that it was time to
wreak havoc on our city. I should not really complain since what happened in Ramallah
yesterday happens across the West Bank and Gaza regularly. Nevertheless, I will make an
issue about it and urge every Palestinian, in every city, to make an issue about every Israeli
infraction on our lives.
Yesterday I was extremely busy all day and had a dinner appointment with a serious venture
capitalist in Jerusalem in the evening, so I agreed with my wife and girls that since I would not
be home all day and night, that I'd pick them up at 3:30 sharp and we would go for a late
lunch. We haven't been out much given all of the infighting lately so my girls were thrilled. I
rushed home at 3:30 to pick them up and found my daughters dressed to kill. To them, this
was a serious outing after a long holiday break which was spent mostly at home. The
restaurant they had as first choice was closed due to the holidays, so they reverted to their
favorite popular place, Angelo's Pizzeria, for those that know it.
Angelo's Pizzeria is on the main street in Ramallah, a few hundred meters from Lion's Circle,
the smack middle of town where you saw on the the news Israeli bulldozers destroying cars
last night. I parked on the Friends Girls School road which is behind the restaurant. As soon
as I exited the car I felt something was wrong. As we walked into the restaurant I looked up
and could see an Israeli gunship helicopter hoovering overhead firing at some unknown
target. We thought it would be safer to enter the restaurant rather than return home.
The restaurant was full with most tables nervous at the sound of gunfire from overhead. The
waiters, who have been through this dozens of times, visited the tables and played and joked
with the kids. They knew that things were not right and went out of their way to make life
normal, at least while we were their customers. The restaurant manager, a friend, came to
our table and asked me for my car keys. He wanted to move my car because word came
that the Israeli jeeps and armored vehicles that were operating in town were crushing cars
parked on the side of the road. He found my car already in a safe spot and reassured us that
this will pass soon. He knows, he has lived this reality every day for 40 years now!
We ordered a pizza and salad and Nadine insisted that Angelo's Pizzeria has the best
hamburgers in town and wanted one as well so she ordered one herself. As we sat, things
outside were clearly deteriorating. I got a call on my cellular hone from my dad back in
Youngstown, Ohio. He asked where we are because no one answered at home. He briefed
me on the live reports he was watching about what was happening outside the restaurant
door. After talking with my father, I made frequent visits to the restaurant door to view people
rushing away from the city center. While I was standing at the door, a friend of mine had
finished eating with his wife and 4 kids and stood at the door contemplating to leave to cross
the street to his car. I kept a lookout and gave him the all clear as he rushed his family
across the street to his car and he was off. At this stage, I knew it was not only military
activity overhead but something very close by.
The salad showed up in no time and we enjoyed it. Then the famous hamburger followed
and then our pizza. All the time my wife was trying to make phone contact with her sister
who we invited to join us but never showed up. She wanted to make sure she was ok given
all the shooting and commotion outside. My older daughter, Areen, was a bit nervous,
wondering how we were going to get back home. We reassured her that all would be fine. In
reality, we had no idea.
Forty minutes later, my wife, Abeer, Areen and I had finished eating and were ready to go.
Nadine, was happily, and very slowly, enjoying her world-class hamburger and fries while
every so often reassuring us. " They come, shoot, arrest, and leave...so what's the problem?
When they leave, we will go home, right dad?"
"So what's the problem?"! The problem is how can a 6 year old calmly sit through a mini-war
happening outside the restaurant while enthusiastically devouring a hamburger without the
slightest hint of being disturbed?
Nadine finally finished and we headed home. Luckily we were parked in the opposite
direction of the shooting, so we drove the wrong way down a one way street and headed
home. On the way, taxis were rushing about, driving worse than usual, shuttling people away
from the center of Ramallah. When we got near our home we had to cross the Jerusalem-
Ramallah road. Looking left about 200 meters away my girls yelled out that the IDF was
blocking the street. I glanced and it was a mess. Jeeps all over, rocks filled the street,
behind the jeeps I could see the open market was full of soldiers.
We finally got home. Turned on CNN, nothing! Switched to Jazeerah and they had live
pictures of what was happening and the extent of it - another Israeli invasion into Ramallah.
An undercover Israeli hit team tried to arrest someone and were exposed and came under
Palestinian fire. They called in reenforcements and all the lone rangers came running (and
shooting and plowing).
I was contemplating with my wife if I should risk heading to Jerusalem later in the evening.
We agreed to wait and see how it develops given the news reports started to say the IDF was
completing their operations and leaving the city center (only to move back to their permanent
position of surrounding our city).
I went to check my email and cancel a radio interview appointment with CBC that I missed
because of this mess. This is when Nadine came and asked if I could accompany her to the
bathroom. She never asks to be accompanied. The bathroom in our small flat is literally 1
meter from my computer and 3 meters from the living room where Abeer was watching the
news and Areen was letting Grandma Sarah in Youngstown know we were all home and ok.
I immediately understood and gladly accompanied Nadine and even made it a fun trip. Then
I cancelled all my appointments that evening and spent the rest of the night doing exactly
what Nadine asked for - to play UNO. We played alone, with Areen, as a family, and then
alone again, multiple times. When bedtime came she kissed me good night and headed to
her room along with her sister as usual - no escort. I felt that UNO therapy had worked. I
may even claim for a new deck of UNO on my health insurance policy.
My friends, I write this not to bore you with one family's experience during 2 hours of
occupation, but rather to scream to the world that we need your help!
4 Palestinian civilians were killed last night in this attack, 20 were injured, 5 of them seriously.
I have no statistics on the number of children, like Nadine, whose skin become thicker during
this latest Israeli adventure.
Israel has lost her way and the US is Palestinian-blind. Israel is creating yet another
generation of Palestinians that are more numb to their military occupation than any other.
Likewise, it is creating a generation of Israeli occupiers that see my city as the wild, wild,
west. It is stripping children, Palestinian and Israeli, of their childhood. It must stop and
NOW. We need your active support:
Organzine locally, at your church, community center, union, etc.
Support Jimmy Carter's stance against Israeli Apartheid. Read his book.
Write letters.
Visit and engage your representatives. Demand public statements.
Sponsor a Palestinian student.
Invest in Palestine.
Request Angelo's Pizzeria start exporting hamburgers by express mail.
and most importantly, play UNO with your kids.
Braced for the 4 funerals that will start in 3 hours,
Sam
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