Archive - Nov 21, 2008

AT-TUWANI REFLECTION: Breaking bread with friends


“I am sorry Janet, I will not be able to offer you tea and bread,” Khalil told me.  “The settlers killed my donkey and took everything in the bag.”

We were sitting on Khoruba Hill, where we often sit with Khalil, a young Palestinian shepherd.  Most days we accompany him as he makes his way over the hills with his flock and his donkey.  The route from his home to Khoruba passes within sight of the Israeli settler outpost of Havat Ma’on.  Each day he leads his sheep on paths where his father and grandfather walked, on land coveted by the settlers.  As he leads his sheep, he watches for Israeli settlers or soldiers who regularly chase him off the land.