![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() But in spite of my desperate attempts to obey my parents’ commands, my three-and-a-half-year-old hands were unable to lace up the one shoe I had put on. My father strained to see the road from behind the mound of clothes and blankets he carried. Mother had secured my baby sister between her arms. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.įather turned to Mother. ![]() Transcending the particulars of politics, this illuminating and timely book provides a telling glimpse into a little-known culture that has become an increasingly important part of the puzzle of world peace. This is the beginning of her passionate connection to words, and as language becomes her refuge, allowing her to piece together the fragments of her world, it becomes her true home. Life as a Palestinian refugee her unexpected joy when she discovers Alef, the first letter of the Arabic alphabet. With candor and courage, she stitches together memories of her childhood: fear and confusion as bombs explode near her home and she is separated from her family the harshness of In this groundbreaking memoir set in Ramallah during the aftermath of the 1967 Six-Day War, Ibtisam Barakat captures what it is like to be a child whose world is shattered by war. Just forget!"īut I do not want to do what Mother says. "When a war ends it does not go away," my mother says."It hides inside us. Winner, Arab American National Museum Book Award for Children's/YA Literature, among other awards and honors. ![]()
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