My Story From Palestine

My Story From Palestine

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Genre: Memoir

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Status: Finished

Genre: Memoir

Summary

Before I reached the age of ten I witnessed my cousin being killed by a bomb; at close range I saw his blood and torned-off limbs. As my father got older and was no longer able to work, the responsibility to work and hence support the family fell on the boys in the family; on my brothers and myself. After four years of working my oldest brother got married and my second brother lost his job, leaving me the only person able to feed the large family. However, all this responsibility did not kill my hopes and dreams.

Summary

Before I reached the age of ten I witnessed my cousin being killed by a bomb; at close range I saw his blood and torned-off limbs.

As my father got older and was no longer able to work, the responsibility to work and hence support the family fell on the boys in the family; on my brothers and myself. After four years of working my oldest brother got married and my second brother lost his job, leaving me the only person able to feed the large family. However, all this responsibility did not kill my hopes and dreams.

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Submitted: September 25, 2011

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I am originally from Jenin on the West Bank where I grew up in a large poor family consisting of 3 sisters, 3 brothers and my grandmother. Before I was born, my father was in an accident from which he lost the ability to walk; he fell down from a construction site. After the accident he spent a few months in the hospital in Jerusalem undergoing back surgery. Prior to this he had studied mechanics, and his dream was to open a mechanics shop. In order to save enough money to make his dream come true, he worked as a construction worker, and that is when the accident happened. However, rather than giving up, he learned electronics and started to fix TVs, radios and other electric devices. This is what he was doing at the time when he got married and my siblings and I were born.

Before I reached the age of ten I witnessed my cousin being killed by a bomb; at close range I saw his blood and torned-off limbs.

As my father got older and was no longer able to work, the responsibility to work and hence support the family fell on the boys in the family; on my brothers and myself. After four years of working my oldest brother got married and my second brother lost his job, leaving me the only person able to feed the large family. However, all this responsibility did not kill my hopes and dreams.

In 2oo2 the second Intifada started, and life in Jenin once again took a turn for the worse. Bombs everywhere. Death on every corner. Everyone were targeted by the Israeli army. As close friends were dying around me, I started counting them. When I reached five I had to stop for the sake of my own sanity. In the same period of time six of my cousins went to jail; three of them are still serving time, and two of these are serving multiple life sentences. All this encouraged me to leave the mainstream Intifada for the benefit of a cultural one, and hence get involved in the Palestinian political conflict. Not with guns and bombs, but with culture. I worked as a radio host and political activist. My involvement got deeper as I went to acting school with the Freedom Theatre in Jenin.

I protested against both the Palestinian government and the occupation with the same degree of energy. I believe that if I am against something because it is wrong, I should not unthinkingly take the opposing side. Likewise I do not agree with everyone who is against the same occupation as some of them are Nazis, fascists, dictators, extremists or represent bad governments and authorities such as Iran, Hamas or the Palestinian authorities. I find myself in the middle. I only fight for a free Palestine without an occupation and without extremist authorities. Palestine should be open for everyone; a country for all religions and all kinds of people. Everyone is welcome: Jews, Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus, atheists etc. I believe in a one-state solution with the aforementioned factors. Because of this ideological basis and these ideas I became a target for attacks.

In 2oo9, a few months before I left Palestine, I was held by the Palestinian authorities and questioned by various branches of the government. The interviews usually started at 8am and did not end till 8pm, and they often included beatings and other forms of physical attacks. It is hard to explain attacked me with sticks and chains. I was badly beaten and seriously injured. The Palestinian police arrived and arrested all of us. After some hours I was allowed to wash the blood off me, and then I was forced to sign a paper foregoing all my rights and letting the others go. The police officer did this so that they could legally release them. As I returned home later that day I received a death threat. I explained the situation to my theatre teacher, upon which he advised me to leave. After a long and difficult trip I arrived in Norway the story started over again.

I believed that the suffering would end and that the problems would be resolved once I arrived in Norway, but this was not the case. After six months I got my first rejection, and that made me not want to live anymore. I met with the lawyer offered by Utenriksdirektoratet and explained my case. Together we wrote an appeal in which we included any new information we thought could contribute. He did his job and I did mine. Unfortunately Utlendingsnemnda did not. I waited for almost a year, and during this time yet another friend was murdered: on April 4th 2o11, my teacher from Freedom Theatre was killed by a masked person; most likely for his involvement with the acting institution. This had me worry that I could suffer the same fate, so I informed UNE about the recent developments. Once again they ignored the information I provided, and after three months I received my second rejection. I feared being deported to Palestine and whatever awaited me there, so I moved to Oslo where I joined the Palestinian protest. For 6o days we were protesting during the day and sleeping at Blitzhuset during the night.

Then I got problems of a similar kind as I did back home. I had different beliefs and different views on culture and politics than my fellow Palestinians, and this caused some friction. For a month I left the rest of the group before I gave them another chance and moved in with them at the camp site by Jakobskirken from where we attempted to work for a common cause.

We still had our differences, but they accepted me because they needed me. Not for long, however. After three months the disagreements grew bigger, as did the political conflicts. When I was physically attacked by the others in the camp, I moved away and continued to fight for my own case online. I created a support group (Let Aaron stay in Norway - La Aaron bo i Norge). The group became popular and got increasingly more support. As more and more people joined, I realized that I need to introduce myself more thoroughly in order to give people a chance to know who and what they are supporting.

Finally, I hereby send this open invitation to everyone interested in knowing more; for the media interested in my personal story, for theatre people interested in working together on a show, for filmmakers interested in making a movie, and for all the people interested in learning my story. Please contact me.

Contact Me :

FAcebook : http://www.facebook.com/aaronpal.no

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Statslose

Pettition: http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/let-aaron-stay-in-norway.html

Facebook group : http://www.facebook.com/groups/231888023525626/

Youtube Chanel :http://www.youtube.com/user/MrHaroun86

Email : aaronnorge@gmail.com

Mobil : 45578597

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