Nakba #20 - Lee Mahmud Musa

Överlevarna · Dec 31, 2025 · 1h 17m

1943 “My father was a simple man who worked in all kinds of construction jobs. He was the kindest person in the world. Every time my mother chased us, he yelled at her. My father also had a cart from which he sold boiled corn. Sometimes I went with him. The cart was set up about fifty meters uphill from the clock tower in Jaffa.” 1948 “My father was cycling uphill when he was shot in the arm. But he had no plans to leave Jaffa. My mother panicked and screamed at us: ‘The Jews are killing us! Run!’ She grabbed my brother and me and we ran along a dried-up riverbed. Many people were fleeing. We…