Nakba #6 - Mousa Ghourab
”My father was a technician and welder; at first he ran a café by the sea. From 1963 to 1988 I had no contact with my parents. They thought I had died. It was hard to get in touch—I didn’t want to sit there and become sad and cry. In 1989 I went to visit my parents in Gaza and also visited someone in the PLO. When I returned, I was detained. Memories: In 1948 we were forced to leave Ashkelon. I knew that airplanes were bombing Ashkelon. The Egyptian army urged us to leave Ashkelon. My father carried me on his shoulders; we started walking along the beach. I heard gunfire and an airplane…
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