Excerpt of It's Easier to Reach Heaven Than the End of the Street by Emma Williams
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Yes, Im 33. And we have a child, a baby boy. But my son is
not listed on my ID and even when I take his birth certificate they
wont allow me a permit.
In any case, even if I had a permit it wouldnt make any difference.
For weeks the Israelis have not let anyone through at all, even
with a permit.
Ghassan was telling me this quietly and calmly. All I want,
he said, is to be with my wife and child, to be able to live together
as a family. I now see my wife for five minutes every now and then
at work if were lucky. My son is one year and three months old.
He will forget me. My wife sometimes manages to get here to see
me on the weekend, but it is a risk and she has to go on a long,
long detour because of the Wall, even though our homes are only
two minutes apart.
And if she moves in with you in Abu Dis?
Then she loses her right to live in Jerusalem forever.
Jerusalem is Palestine, he said. I used to go to the Old City
of Jerusalem every daylook how close it is, were much closer to
the Old City than the majority of West Jerusalem areas are. I would
buy groceries, visit the dentist, pray at the mosque, whatever. It is,
Jerusalem ishow can I put it?the center of our lives.
My brother is in the same position. But his wife has decided
to let go of her birthright to Jerusalem. She will never be allowed
to return. They are miserable about this, but they are together.
He slows down, thinking.
And the injustice... people are returning from all over the
world to claim the right to live in Jerusalem, a place they may never
have seen, but its their right because theyre Jewish, while were
being forced out. He pointed to the snake of concrete wall along
the ridge, stamping its course between houses, through peoples
gardens and over their land.
I cant understand the Israelis. They took the last part of
Palestine in the war of 67. They want to control our land, our
water, our history, our freedom. They want to drive us away,
perhaps, but why do they want to break apart our families?To keep
children from their parents, to keep me from my son and have him
grow up in angerwhat good does that do?
He was asking me questions he didnt expect me to answer.
My father is a retired teacher. He is so affected by the situation
that he just sits at home not saying anything. Me, I see
nothing beyond tomorrow.
And my wife, my poor wife. Its very hard for her, not just
raising our son without me but being harassed by the insurance.
The insurance, he explained, is a department of the Israeli
Ministry of the Interior. They come to your house to check up on
your residency status, and if youre not there or your clothes are too
few they say youre not a resident and you lose your status.They raid
our house in Ras al-Amud to make sure my wifes not lying.
Everything you do, they begin with the position that youre lying.
They come at any time, usually very early in the morning, hoping to
catch you out. They go into the kitchen, open the fridge, ask you
why you have a dishwasher like this, or food like that.They go in the
bedroom, they are very rude, very offensive, and open all your drawers
and look at your most personal things and make comments.
Ghassan was a computer engineer. I used to supply computers
to the settlement of Maale Edumim. I had many friends there,
among the settlers. They are very sympathetic but they can do
nothing.Theyre not like the settlers in Hebron or some other places:
theyre civilized. Some of the soldiers, too. My brother speaks
Russian and sometimes, if the soldiers are Russian, they sympathize
and let us in so we can see our friends in Maale Edumim.
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by Emma Williams. Copyright © 2009 by Emma Williams.
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