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'I don't want my kids to experience a third intifada'

The kidnapping of three Israeli teens started a chain of events that has affected people of all stripes, Jewish and Palestinian, and in different places. A reflective diary of the kidnappings, as they touch others.

By Leanne Gale

Clashes erupt after the Israeli army raided Balata Refugee Camp and several neighborhoods in Nablus, West Bank, June 27, 2014. (Photo by Ahmad Al-Bazz/Activestills.org)

Clashes erupt after the Israeli army raided Balata Refugee Camp and several neighborhoods in Nablus, West Bank, June 27, 2014. (Photo by Ahmad Al-Bazz/Activestills.org)

Wednesday, June 11, 2014, 2:00 p.m.

“I’m parked in front of the market.”

I have no idea what Manal is talking about.

“Do you mean, on the way to Kufr Aqab?”

“No, I live in Kufr Aqab. I am parked in front of the market.”

Alright then. Manal is waiting for me in front of some market somewhere. I hazard a guess that it is indeed on the way to Kufr Aqab, and start walking in the direction of Ramallah from Qalandia checkpoint. We stay on the phone as I describe my surroundings.

“Now I’m passing a café. There are only men inside. There is a gas station on the other side of the road. It looks closed. Wait, no, it’s open.”

Soon enough, I run into a parked car with a woman on her cell phone, smiling in my direction.

“Ahlan! So sorry I was confused!”

“Not to worry, not to worry. Today, you are my guest.”

I shake Manal’s hand and hop into her car, chuckling a bit to myself. I thought I was coming for work. Now I am certain that I will be invited to dinner. What did I expect?

2:45 p.m.

“I don’t want my children to see what I have seen, to experience what I have experienced.”

Manal was a young woman, about my age, at the time of the Second Intifada. As she speaks, I am shocked to hear her memory of the ordeal. It feels so familiar.

“When the jets would fly over Ramallah, the sound was awful. And then we would know, when the jet stopped in the sky, that it was going to release a bomb. We would all run and take cover, stay away from the windows.”

“Did you have shelters?”

“What is that?”

“You know, in Hebrew it’s called a miklat, a protected safe-room, usually under ground. It protects you from bombs.”

“No, no. Actually, my uncle had something like that built into his home. But no, we have no shelters here.”

I was silent for a moment, reflecting on how the Second Intifada had shaped the psyche of my generation. Israelis my age still speak of instinctive fear when they step onto a bus. I see the collective jolt every time someone screams or cries from a seat in the back. I see the constant vigilance over lost shopping bags and abandoned pieces of garbage: suspicious objects.

“If there is a third intifada, I will take my children away. Maybe to Dubai, or Canada. But I do not want them to see what I have seen. I will protect my children. I am still afraid of the sound of airplanes.”

3:15 p.m.

An endless array of fashion sketches are spread out before me. Penciled super models wearing spiky high heels and backless dresses, some with horn-rimmed glasses, some with leather handbags. Farah peppers me with commentary about her drawings, explaining how different fabrics are handled in the textile factory and what it takes to be a fashion designer. Her own clothes are all handmade, including a pair of wild patterned flowing pants that definitely belong on a runway.

I muse aloud that I seriously have no sense of fashion. Farah shuffles through her drawings, seizing on one woman dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt with a scarf.

“This one looks like you. She dresses simply, but sometimes less is more.”

I look at Farah and want to cry a little bit. I remember my first trip to Israel as a thirteen year old girl. That was the summer I met my Israeli cousins for the first time. It was shocking to see my family living in a parallel universe over here, divided by the Atlantic into two totally different realities. But still, our smiles bore some genetic resemblance, some mystical connection difficult to articulate. When I met my cousin Neta for the first time, she ran up to her bedroom to collect a sketchbook of fashion designs. My mother and I had flipped through the pages, marveling at lifelike portrayals of fashion models in skinny zebra patterned jeans and colorful pink scarves.

“I want to go to fashion school when I grow up!” she had insisted. At the time she was 12 years old.

In fact, when Neta was serving in the Israeli Defense Forces, she got time off once a year to design specialty Purim costumes at a fancy boutique in Tel-Aviv. Now that she has finished her military service, she will begin a program in Gender Studies & Fashion Design at Tel-Aviv University. Her sketches are every bit as daring as they were ten years ago.

Farah snatched up the designs as her mother brought out food for dinner.

“I will go to study fashion at the Hebrew University. I do not speak Hebrew, but I will learn it.”

I looked at her skeptically.

“I might have to cross the checkpoint to go study there, but it is worth it. It is the best fashion design school in the world…Sometimes, they use the racism at the checkpoint. But I will design clothing like my uncle.”

Farah’s uncle is serving a life sentence in an Israeli prison.

5:00 p.m.

Manal wishes me luck as we had back in the direction of Qalandia in her car.

“There is a lot of traffic right now, around rush hour.”

I’m a bit stressed. I hadn’t planned on staying for dinner, although I was truly grateful for the hospitality and warmth. I just had a bunch of work to get done, and it was getting late.

“Every time there is an attack, we start to think about the checkpoint. Every time there is a political event, we start to wonder what might happen at the checkpoint. It could take two, three hours for the kids to get to school.”

I notice that traffic is moving fairly smoothly, for 5:00pm.

Thursday, June 12, evening time

Eyal Yifrah (19), Gilad Shaar (16) and Naftali Fraenkel (16) are kidnapped in the West Bank. They were apparently hitchhiking home from their yeshiva in Gush Etzion. A burnt out car is found at the suspected site of the kidnapping.

Friday, June 13, 12:35 p.m.

My boyfriend, Sam, is visiting from the States. I bring him to the Old City to meet Anwar, one of my best friends in Jerusalem. She is a Palestinian resident of East Jerusalem, and we met years ago in class at Hebrew University. We try to get together once a week for coffee.

“So, did you hear about the kidnapping?” I ask.

“You mean the three boys in the West Bank?”


“Yes, yes. I was in Bethlehem yesterday for my sister’s friend’s graduation ceremony. There were Palestinian police everywhere. Weirdly, I thought it was to direct traffic because of the graduation ceremony. But then I heard about the kidnapping. I guess that’s why they were there.”

“Hm. Weird.”

“Yeah, it was weird.”

Anwar takes us to her favorite kebab place in the Muslim Quarter. It looks like nothing special from the outside, but local Palestinian residents are crowding around waiting for a table.

“This isn’t Abu Shukri, tourists don’t know about this place. But it’s the best kebab in the Old City.”

We sit down and eat our hearts out. It really is the best kebab in the Old City. My stomach hurts until the next day.

6:45 p.m.

I am sitting in Gan Sacher in the cool evening breeze. Sam is running around the track, blowing me a kiss every time he passes by. I am typing away at my laptop, trying to think out some life decisions. As I struggle to keep calm, a Palestinian family nearby gazes in my direction.

“Hey, do you want some orange soda?” says the father in Arabic-accented Hebrew.

“No, thank you!”

He mutters to his younger son, “Go, give her this cup of orange soda.”

Despite my protestations, I am presented with a bubbling plastic cup of orange soda.

“We also have some hot coffee if you like!”

“No, really, it’s okay!”

I sip at my orange soda until Sam is done running. Time to shower, change, and head off to Shabbat dinner with my cousins.

“Shabbat Shalom,” calls out the Palestinian family.

“Shabbat Shalom,” I call back, giggling. What’s the proper response to people who don’t observe Shabbat?

Later, after Shabbat dinner, we crowd in front of the TV and watch news coverage of the kidnapping.

I wonder how Manal and Farah are doing in Kufr Aqab.

Tuesday, June 24, 8:51 p.m.

I sit at Nachla, one of my favorite neighborhood cafes, sipping a crushed mint lemonade. The night breeze is cool and the streets are alive with World Cup fans. There is nothing amiss in the air.

Except that Eyal, Gilad, and Naftali are still not back.

Except that I have been too afraid to enter the West Bank lately.

Five young Palestinian men have been killed by the Israeli Defense Forces in the past two weeks: Ahmad Sabarin (20) in the Jalazone Refugee Camp, Muhammad Dura (14) in the Qalandia Refugee Camp, Mustafa Aslan (22) in the Qalandia Refugee Camp, Ahmad Khalid (36) in the al-Ein Refugee Camp, and Mahmoud Atallah Tarifi (30) in Ramallah.

Dozens of Palestinians have been wounded.

Almost 400 Palestinians have been arrested, many associated with Hamas. None have been charged.

At least 2,000 IDF troops have been deployed in Hebron. Approximately 600,000 Palestinians living in Hebron are under lockdown. Their homes are being raided systematically as part of the search for the teens. Their kitchens look like this:

Kitchen after an Israeli army raid (Photo by Samer Nazzal)

Kitchen after an Israeli army raid (Photo by Samer Nazzal)

Over 1,500 Palestinian institutions have been raided, many associated with Hamas. Notably for me, the offices of “This Week in Palestine” were also raided. That’s a fun guidebook for concerts, restaurants, and cheap hostels in the West Bank & East Jerusalem…

Ramallah looks like this:

The center of Ramallah following an IDF raid into the city. (Azzam Talahmi/CC)

The center of Ramallah following an IDF raid into the city. (Azzam Talahmi/CC)

A prominent defense official has stated:

The West Bank civilian population is ‘beginning to realize’ the price they’ll pay for the kidnapping…Three hundred thousand people are under curfew, and after eight years of relative prosperity they are beginning to realize [the implications]. Thousands, each of whom support six or seven family members, possess permits to work in Israel. Because of the curfew, they can’t work, and this has a visible impact on the population. With two weeks left before Ramadan, the population’s preparations for the holiday have taken a hit.

As if the civilian population committed the kidnapping.

I wonder if Farah was able to make it to school this week, with Qalandia closed multiple times. I make a mental note to Whatsapp her mom.

I wonder about Benjamin Netanyahu’s final thoughts before he drifts off to sleep tonight. The kidnapping of these innocent Israeli teenagers has been the greatest political boon to his administration all year. It seems that this kidnapping, this act of terrorism, has handily served to justify a massive incursion into the West Bank, further entrench the occupation, and arouse mass public support around racist propaganda. Does that bother him? Does he feel guilty, somewhere deep down, that this kidnapping has served him well? Nothing is “a-political” in this place.

I wonder why Palestinian lives are cheaper than Jewish Israeli lives.

I wonder about Eyal, Gilad, and Naftali. Are they breathing?

The names in this story, which was first published on Leanne Gale’s blog, have been changed. The author is an NIF fellow working with Ir Amim in Jerusalem.

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    1. Ms. Gale asked:

      “I wonder about Benjamin Netanyahu’s final thoughts before he drifts off to sleep tonight.”

      He was probably thinking about the people in Sderot whom once again were the victims of a missile attack. A volley of 7 rockets were shot at Southern Israel with one missile directly hitting a factory in Sderot causing 4 civilian injuries and burning the factory to the ground. The flames and plumes of smoke choked the night air. The children and civilians of Sderot were the object and victims of Palestinian terrorism.

      Netanyahu was probably thinking about his discussions with defense minister Yaalon and the decision to tell the Amour Brigades of the Israeli Army to being preparations for transfer to the Gaza War theater. He is weighing in his mind the necessity of a substantial on the ground action in Gaza to bring quiet to Southern Israel. He worries about the Israeli men and women who might die in such an action. He is worried about the Israelis who might be killed or injured and terrorized if he takes no action. He has the weight of the Israeli nation on his shoulders.

      If there was room for any other considerations, Netanyahu might have thought why the American president and some American Jews think he should approve of negotiating the establishment of an irrevocably irredentist terrorist entity in Gaza and the West Bank when the PA already pays terrorists salaries, glorifies murderers of Jewish children and incites hate and murder of Jews through its media and schools.

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    2. ayla

      thank you for the heartfelt piece. we need more of this in the world….

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    3. rsgengland

      If you wonder why Palestinian lives are cheaper than Israelis, why don’t you ask the Palestinians?
      Ask them why they like suicide bombings so much?
      That cheapens life to the extreme.
      Ask the Palestinians why they worship their suicide bombers and so called “martyrs” with such fervour?
      That cheapens life to the extreme.
      Ask the Palestinians why they launch rockets and missiles from their populated built up areas in the hope that Israel will retaliate and they will have more “innocent martyrs” for propoganda purposes?
      That cheapens life to the extreme.
      When the Palestinians put the same value on life that the Israelis do, this will never be an issue. The actions of some Palestinians cheapens all of their lives

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    4. EYES2Cעיניים לראות

      If I understand correctly Ms Gale asks why are Palestinian lives cheaper than Jewish Settler lives.

      The answer us simple: It is because the Occupation Army fixes the price, and because the U.S. send free arms to help Israel Occupy Palestine.

      And the Lesson: BDS as well as BOYCOTT every America product.

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      • Vadim

        “It is because the Occupation Army fixes the price”


        Arabs have set the price long ago. The price drops steeply when you demand 100s of Arabs for a single Jew after a kidnapping. The price drops steeply when you demand 10s of Arabs for a single Jewish corpse. The price drops steeply when you send people to suicide missions, when a mother praises her son for exploding and killing Jews. The price also drops steeply when you send you kids to confront IDF soldiers instead of sitting at home.

        Why stop the at BDS? Why not join the Hamas or some Shuhada-Sharmuta-Brigades and actually fight the evil Israel and USA?

        How blind can you people be?

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    5. asher

      I should first say, its a beautifully written article and I really enjoyed reading it. Having said that, I could not disagree more with the rhetoric of the article.
      Why are Palestinian lives cheaper than Israeli lives? Because they value life less. As another comment pointed out, Palestinians fire rockets from a civilian located position, to bait a counter-attack that causes civilian deaths. Hamas commends and lauds those who sacrifice their own lives to kill others. These activities directly and drastically cheapen life. Moreover, the opinion that Palestinians place less value on life is not even an opinion; its a fact. I do not ever recall there being a trade of one Palestinian prisoner for one Israeli hostage. The PA would never dream of doing that. They do not value an Israeli life as worth one Palestinian life, it is valued at thousands of Palestinian lives, and they know the Israeli’s see it similarly. So while its facially horrible to say one ethnicity’s lives are ever worth more than another’s, it appears both sides objectively adhere to that fact.
      Also, worry more about Abbas before he goes to sleep at night, and a little less about Netanyahu. How should Abbas feel, unifying with an organization who’s bylaws state: “there is a Jew behind me, come and kill him”. Unifying with a terrorist organization, shows acceptance of their views, and legitimizes their existence in mainstream society. It is obviously an emotional time given the news of the brutal kidnapping and murder of the three teenage boys, but how can one defend a man who unifies with a group who either commits or commends what was done to Eyal, Gilad, and Naftali? Until this pact is broken please try to envision Abbas’s nightmare’s as opposed to Netanyahu’s.
      Regardless, it was a humane, thought provoking, beautifully written piece, and I look forward to reading more from you in the future.

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      • Michael W

        Palestinians directly kill more Arabs than Jews by shooting rockets and mortars at Israel from Gaza. This includes rockets that fall short and hit other Gazans and “work” accidents.

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