I once met their litmus test – the one we all have. Now, I have failed it.
Architecture and landmarksMinarets, domes and arches stood as testaments to faith, craft and endurance.
Narrow alleys and open markets were arteries of daily life. Here, footsteps, voices, and trade converged in constant motion.The rhythm of the everydayHere, we see how people moved, worked, gathered and celebrated. Carts on dusty roads, bread baking in clay ovens, weddings, markets and moments of rest.
In kitchens and courtyards, daily rituals - grinding beans, sieving wheat and baking bread - played out with grace.Social life and events
From weddings and blessings to public festivals and pilgrimages, communal life pulsed with joy and meaning, be it sharing lunch or walking in a bridal procession.
Work in olive groves, workshops and coastal waters was both a necessity and an art. These photographs honour the makers, menders, and growers who shaped Palestine through skill and perseverance.That is not peace, let alone the elusive “co-existence”. It is domination – brutal and unforgiving.
This kind of loss, profound and lasting, gives way to clarity born from rejection. It sharpens your appreciation of loyalty and authenticity in relationships.Perhaps the people I thought I knew, I did not know at all. And perhaps the people who thought they knew me, did not know me at all.
There is a reckoning under way. Like most reckonings, big or small, near or distant, it can be messy and painful.We are trying to navigate a pitiless world that, on the disagreeable whole, punishes dissent and rewards compliance.