I am the daughter of a Nakba survivor. It’s been a day of full circle realization that my daughter was born on Nakba Day. It’s never sunk in before. Today we commemorate past and ongoing justices of the Palestinian people as well as honor the survivors of the Nakba. We also look to the future of our seeds, our children, and hope for a day when they get to go home to Falasteen, where from the Jordan river to the Mediterranean sea, all the children prosper and get to be free.
THEY TRIED TO BURY US, BUT THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHERE WERE SEEDS.
@alqulubtrust : “In May 1948, a mass displacement began in which over 700,000 Palestinians were forced from their homes. Entire villages were emptied. Families fled carrying whatever they could hold, believing their departure was temporary and that they would soon return. Many took the keys to their front doors with them. Those keys have become the most powerful symbol of Palestinian identity and the right of return, passed down through generations as a reminder of what was lost and what is still hoped for.
More than 400 villages were destroyed, and the remaining Palestinians faced legal and social discrimination.
Every year on 15 May, Palestinians across the world, in Gaza, the West Bank, refugee camps in Lebanon, Jordan, and diaspora communities on every continent, pause to remember one of the most devastating events in modern history. They carry keys. They carry photographs. They carry the names of villages that no longer exist. They carry memories passed from grandparent to parent to child, kept alive because remembrance is the only thread still connecting them to a home many have never seen.”
