By Hadi Abou RahmeThe only thing that is going to change your mind is to be honest with yourself.
I’ve learned from my life experience that no matter what you do, you’re never going to solve everything.
That’s the reality that we live in.
In a sense, this article was written after I left my country.
I was forced to leave my country because of the occupation.
And the occupation, as we know, is not just the occupation but the occupation is a collective punishment against the Palestinian people.
I spent five years in Israel, and my life was ruined.
It’s impossible to live in a country that oppresses people, and it’s impossible for a human being to live under a collective policy of apartheid, that discriminates against people.
Israel has been the most violent and the most corrupt country in the world.
There are many cases of murder committed in the occupied territories by Israeli soldiers and settlers, including by Palestinian children, who are routinely subjected to collective punishment by the Israeli army.
And then there are cases of people who are killed by Israeli forces because of their identity, because of how they look, or because they are from the same ethnicity.
For me, it’s very difficult to be a Palestinian living in the Occupied Territories because of that.
I don’t want to be part of the Israeli occupation anymore.
And it’s been a very difficult life.
I’m a very intelligent person.
But I was forced into a political situation where I could not talk with my father and mother.
I’m still very close to my father.
He is my mother.
The last thing I want is for me to be the target of racism and hatred.
My family is the most important part of my life.
My parents are Palestinian and I have a sister who is Palestinian.
My family was in the camp during the war, and we had a relationship, and I was able to learn a lot from them.
I love them very much, and they are my parents.
My father is a doctor.
My mother is a teacher.
My father’s name is Ibrahim.
My brother, Ahmed, is a musician.
My sister, Amina, is an actress.
I think my brother and I are very close.
When I was a little girl, I loved to read books.
I read the books of Hafez al-Assad, the great Syrian dictator.
My mother is my best friend, my brother’s best friend.
She was my best teacher.
We used to play together, and she would make me do the homework.
She would always be so happy.
I had no problem with her.
But now, because I am Palestinian, my friends don’t speak to me anymore.
I don’t have any friends.
I have my own life.
It is not easy to talk to people when you have been in a political position like this for a long time.
My relationship with my mother changed when I was 16 years old.
My first words were, “My mother, I love you, but you don’t love me.”
I’m not Palestinian anymore, I am a Palestinian.
And now, after I leave the Occupation, I’m an Arab.
I want to move to Israel and work.
And I want a better life for my children.
But I have to give my mother a big hug because she always kept me at a distance from her.
I can’t stay here, I can’t be here.
My only thing is to find a way out.
I can no longer sit with my face in my hands, I cannot be with my eyes closed.
I am very close with my sister and with my brother.
I try to make them understand.