The Olive Press

Palestine is always close to my heart even if I’m far away

Jan 31, 2018

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When I was a teenager, my father planted a fig tree in our backyard. Each morning he would go out to his garden, his small bustan, to check on his shajarat teen. This was in New York. As you might expect, the poor tree struggled to survive through cold winters and short summers. Yet my father…

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