Fear, depression, anxiety,….all those emotions were struggling to get out of our scared souls… These are the feelings we share with all the Palestinians. The hard days under occupation and the scary nights of shelling and bombing led some Palestinians to throw stones and led others to sacrifice their lives in explosions and made us write this article.
Bethlehem /Palestine
Fear, depression, anxiety,….all those emotions were struggling to get out of our scared souls… These are the feelings we share with all the Palestinians. The hard days under occupation and the scary nights of shelling and bombing led some Palestinians to throw stones and led others to sacrifice their lives in explosions and made us write this article.
We are 17-year-old students at Saint Joseph School/Bethlehem. Our names are Nadine and Joanne. We would like to share with you something different the media can’t offer you. Something other than the usual news since we know you started losing interest in it. We’d like to share with you some parts of our daily life that we think resemble the life of many youth in Bethlehem.
Going back to our memories made us realize how many things we have been giving up, and we also noticed the way our reaction is changing towards the events, which are taking place. Starting with the first days of the Intifada…The time, when we were unaware of how serious the situation was, we enjoyed our first days off from school, but later on we realized that it’s not a joke. Seeing all these martyrs and injured people on TV made us think that having no school isn’t worthy.
Being away from school wasn’t the only change; our whole lifestyle was turned upside down. For instance, sleeping in our own bedrooms on a comfortable bed was no longer habitual since it was safer to spend the night in the basement or even in the stairwells. The place wasn’t that important because all we cared about was to wake up the next day with no one being hurt from the shelling.
With all that, life had to go on. In the morning, students had to go back to their school after sleepless nights. Girls in our school used to share their own experiences with each other. Sometimes, classes were cut by the noise of a passing funeral of a martyr.
This is not everything we want to share with you. We still have a lot to tell. We will keep you posted in another issue of the Letter from Bethlehem.
