I don’t get outside of the house in the recent days. My small apartment is very comfortable. After spending too much time confined to myself in the safety of my home I have decided to attend the weekly protest in Sheikh Jarah. In fact, I felt as if the whole week I was conserving energy so I can go to Sheikh Jarah East Jerusalem in the weekend. The day before the protest I heard that dozens of settlers extremists raided the neighbourhood with the police doing nothing to stop them. I felt an urge to be there
But I was also afraid of the violence. My body was trembling and my heart was beating with anxiety. I was not afraid of the Palestinians, I was afraid of my own army. The neighbourhood of Sheikh Jarah is a friendly and hospitable neighbourhood the way I know it. I was Afraid that the armed police forces will beat me or that they might start firing sponge or rubber bullets. I know the beating is the most common when to disprese us in West Jerusalem Balfour street. Last week there was a skunk truck standing by and there were stun grenades & some protesters were lightly injured by them. The first thing I saw was many comuists and socialist activists and quite a few anarchists.
The communists organised a bus and a megaphone. Because of عید Al fitr the March did not take the usual route. Salah Diab the human rights defender of #SheikhJarah #Jerusalem came by with a broken leg. He was badly beaten during his arrest a week ago. He looked tired but by no way broken in spirit. He was warmly greeted by his friends and supporters. We marched to the house of Al Souda House, the house that was attacked yesterday evening by extremist settlers. The owner described to us how he tried to get out of the house and call for help because the settlers were stoning him and each time the soldiers shot stun grenades forcing him to stay inside. After that Mossi Raz from Meretz party made a short speech and won applause. I left early because I did not want to miss the bus home. There is no public transportation in Jerusalem on Friday night till Saturday night. This is because of shabat. So I headed to take a Palestinian bus from Bab Al Amoud. I stopped to get coffee,humus and falafel. From the other side of the road I saw the actual protest of the local youth at Bab Al Amoud Damascus Gate. I heard stun grenades being shot. I saw very little children running around. I grabbed my coffee but it was impossible to drink it with the explosions all around. So I took the bus to Bet Safafa and I walked home