I've been struggling to figure out what to blog about Palestine ,there is so much to say about so many things , but i thought to myself ; what is the 1st thing that comes to mind when i mention Palestine .well 1st thing is an areal view of the map :D but printed on it is my grandma's face, Jedditi Halemeh (Um Mithgal) .
No one is exactly sure whats grandma's age ! not even herself,or any of her sons or daughters , but I'd say,she is as old as the wind scratching the face of that naked mountain she lives on,as old as the burning sun she came to make friends with every morning ,she even gave it a place to stay on her body ,between the wrinkles on her smiling cheek,right between the pumped veins on her hands pulling out the bucket from the well in the morning , right on her forehead holding the most delicious Taboon bread on her head taking it home .
Jedditi ; a tower of strength ,raised two daughters and four sons ,who caused her all kind of pain without them knowing ,when one of them was departed,and the others were jailed .
Today, when you go to visit Jedditi, you'll probably find a toddler or two of her grandchildren in her arms,clinging to her Toab (traditional dress) or just following her around . She raised them all,and when we -the ones away- come to visit her,she make it up for us for not being there for us to put us to bed when we were young !
No one is exactly sure whats grandma's age ! not even herself,or any of her sons or daughters , but I'd say,she is as old as the wind scratching the face of that naked mountain she lives on,as old as the burning sun she came to make friends with every morning ,she even gave it a place to stay on her body ,between the wrinkles on her smiling cheek,right between the pumped veins on her hands pulling out the bucket from the well in the morning , right on her forehead holding the most delicious Taboon bread on her head taking it home .
Jedditi ; a tower of strength ,raised two daughters and four sons ,who caused her all kind of pain without them knowing ,when one of them was departed,and the others were jailed .
Today, when you go to visit Jedditi, you'll probably find a toddler or two of her grandchildren in her arms,clinging to her Toab (traditional dress) or just following her around . She raised them all,and when we -the ones away- come to visit her,she make it up for us for not being there for us to put us to bed when we were young !
I love my Jeddeh !! (this would make a cool tshirt :p) ,here she is
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