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About balooinblue

I like to ponder, wander and occasionally absconder

Wartime in Winter

December 2008, Rafah Camp War usually leaves a notion of warmth. Violent, cruel warmth, as buildings burn and hot blood spills but warmth nevertheless. Yet when Mohanned stepped out into the shelling, he braced as the winter air clawed at … Continue reading

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We are all… : local responses in Manchester and Palestine

The response to the Manchester terror attack reminded me a lot of the response of West Bank Palestinians to the 2014 War on Gaza. In the West Bank, people watched for a month as bombs rained down on their families. Children’s … Continue reading

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Crazy in love

July 2009, Jenin With her hand placed down on the fabric to the left of the needle, Salwa pressed the pedal and moved the fabric gently forward. It was boredom rather than intrigue that had led her to ask her … Continue reading

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What the case of Palestine can teach us about the ISIS name game

IS, ISIS, ISIL, Daesh… it is not surprising that confusion surrounds the identification of the militant group. All part of the diplomatic dance that is the politics of naming, it was not that long ago that politicians and the media … Continue reading

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A Palestinian in Stockholm – thoughts on identity, power, resistance

A kufiyah hung between the two beds and a children’s book titled ‘I belong to Palestine’ lay on the side as we watched a documentary on the Nakba and ‘Letters from Yarmouk’ – a documentary following the lives of residents … Continue reading

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Return to Rafah

Finally, it seemed, the end had come. Or, rather, the dark crimson dye that had stained their lives had gradually run to leave a murky fuchsia in its wake. The crushed remains of once-believed-in hope lay remnant like the piles … Continue reading

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Forgotten Memories

After things had settled, once the fresh emotions had turned stale though still embedded in the lives of those affected, the people in the town would always start the story with the journey of the ball. There was something macabre … Continue reading

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