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Beit Arabiya Peace Center November 02, 2004 Nasrallah Family History by Khaled Nasrallah Dear Readers, Many of you have asked about the Nasrallah family - who are they? What happened after Rachel died and after their home was finally demolished? Khaled Nasrallah, working with writer Kristi Schaeffer, prepared the following chronology to help you k now his family better. In that time, our grandfather was the Mukhtar of our village and after him his son Hassen was. The village was named Sarafand al Amar (it is a Turkish name "the home of money"), it was located in the district between four cities named al Ra mlah and al Lud (north to south) and on the road between Jerusalem and H aifa on the sea(from the east to west). After 1948 our family was forced to leave their homeland with thousands o f other families without taking anything with them, not even their wrist watches. Some of t he brothers went to Jordan and the rest went to Gaza under very bad cond itions. Our father went to Egypt alone to find a work with the British army there (the British army at the Suez canal). He worked as a seller and after t hat as a driver to a big Canadian officer who liked him and advised him to call his family from Gaza Strip as he had information that the UN wil l submit the strip to the Israeli Defense Force. So, our father brought the family to Egypt before the war of 1967. After that, the wife of Gene ral Ketly gave our father a recommendation to emigrate to Australia, but because of his Islamic name, his application was refused. Our father st arted to work hard in Egypt and brought cargo cars (3 trucks and 2 taxis ) and made it his only goal to provide for all of his children so that t hey would continue their studies. Two died small from sickness, the others struggled to continue their studies. As our father became older and his cars needed more maintenance, that led to a decrease in income which led to sufferin g But we were the most happy family in the world. All of us finished our studies with good marks and some of us c ontinued on to higher studies. All our sisters are married (1 lives in the United Arab Emirates (UAE), 1 in Jenin/West Bank, 1 in Egypt, and 1 in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, b ut her husband died in a car accident in Egypt during a holiday visit). Samir) married in the UAE, but during the 2n d gulf war he moved to Libya via Egypt. In 1994, Abu Kareem came to Gaza after the peace agreement between the PLO and Israel. At that time we, as well as all Palestinians, thought that will be the end of conflict be tween the two nations, so our family decided to come to Gaza to live in peace. On April 30, 1998, I came to Rafah after I finished my studies in account ing. We put all the money we had to buy land and build our home in our h omeland that we had heard so much about. On July 23, 1999 we finished building our home (it was the day before my wedding day). And from the first building stone for our family in her ho meland, all of us were very happy to have this opportunity to gather ste p by step. But in the end of 2000 the Intifada started, and our life became in dange r Our quiet home was close to the border, so for the first time we saw the tanks and heard explosions. It was a very hard time for us to live w ith that new atmosphere (all our life in the past was in peace). The vio lence of course comes from both parties but without balance: hand guns a gainst tanks and helicopters, clear goal of our need of freedom and but unclear political path to a just peace. Under the gunfire and this very scary situation, most of our neighbors le ft the area, but we could not as our home meant a lot to us -- it was ou r future, we cannot destroy our family's dreams. So we decided to contin ue living in that danger to hold the hope for the rest of our family, an d to save a home for the next generation of Nasrallahs, in the light tha t, we were civilians and never did anything against the army. Step by step the situation became more difficult and every week more home s were demolished in our neighborhood. Our screaming increased, but also the hope of arriving with our home intact to safety after this storm. U nder that stupid violence, the International Solidarity Movement groups started to come to watch what was happening, and to help stop the violen ce and achieve the peace. They selected our home as it was a special one : it was near to the border, and our family was staying inside it, refus ing to leave the place we loved. The internationals joined us, coming to our home in the hope of stopping the demolitions for the rest of the neighborhood. In that time our hope to save our home increased because of those pro-peace youth. The ISM youth come to stay every day because they wanted to help, but no one could know how bad any day would get. Some when they were with us un der heavy gunfire they felt the same way we felt, that there was no safe place anywhere in the home and also no way to run because the way out i s not safe or clear. It was so dangerous for all of us, and yet they cam e bacl again the next day, brave enough to overcome their fear and suppo rt us. I remember that when my child Noor was injured, Rache l tried to help us and make us laugh in that hard time (she was with a S candinavian friend and they call it wewe while in arabic we say wawa). S he had high spirits and brought a smile to the face of others. Also we r emember her sleeping with Abu Kareems children under the same blankets, watching TV and cartoons with them. From this human relationship, she decided to use her bullhorn to make the bulldozer driver stop when came to demolish our home. Of course no one expected the bulldozer would keep on coming, otherwise we would have sto pped her by any means possible. After we saw what happened, Abu Kareem ran to help her, and I ran to call the ambulance and brought from my home bandages to stop blood. It was a very bad day in our life, as we see and touch the meaning of humanity. She tried to stop the bulldozer to keep our home for the children whom she played and ate with. We believe that though she left her body, her thoughts of justice and peace surely will guide the road for others. We, with ISM, made her memorial funeral in the same place where she met h er God. Under the fire of tanks and gas, we put flowers there and it was a very special day, many of ISM and us facing danger from the shooting around us, but we only felt that we must do this very small thing for Ra chel to express our love to her. With time the danger increased, and we felt that there the army is sendin g us a message to leave our home because of intensive shooting at our ho me and on us personally. Like in the movies once you move your head ther e is a bullet in the wall in the same place of your head. But we continu ed, holding hope that peace would arrive in time to save our home. I remember one time we were in the garden (we were sitting and playing in side our walls -- it was all the world to us when we got back from work or the children from the school, since we could not go out and no one co uld come to visit us) and the tank arrived and started to shoot very dir ect and heavy. They kept shooting at all our lights then the y were gone. My little child Mariam still remembers that red fruit runni ng down my face and I will always remember as well. It was really a very difficult time and at that time we felt that, those intensive gun barrel messages will end by demolishing our home. Oct 1-17, 2003 Our home faced a very strong invasion named Operation Root Canal. It was one of biggest invasions in Rafah and the first one of th at size. We were still living in our home taking the risk of living unde r daily gunfire to save it from demolition. But in that invasion, the ID F cut the electricity and drinking water supply and sewage plus making a 5-7 m trench around 3 sides of our home, damaging the foundation and cu tting the pathway to the home as it was standing alone out there. At that time we were forced to leave the home because we cannot continue our life there, and it was the most sad day of our life to leave our hom e in this situation. We rememb...
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