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I am Neveen. I am Palestinian.This is my sto­­ry. This is the Palestinian Story. I'd like to take you back to 64 years ago, to the fertile rolling hills of Palestine. To the land of orange, lemon and olive trees, to around mid May1948. My Grandmother, heavily pregnant quickly picks 2 or 3 oranges. She hastily feeds the chooks, cuts homemade cheese taken from brine and spoons out salted olives from a large clay pot .She packs red, ripe tomatoes and bread. Her father rushes to hurry her & help with the children and Grandmother locks the wooden door placing the key in her clothing for her return. They leave scared, but certain they will return soon. She walked and walked travelling a long journey to safety. She gave birth along the way, to my Uncle, her third child. Fear, cold, hunger, thirst and the ghost of death, were their companions, in fact they would be for many years to come She did not return within weeks as she had thought. Nor would 900,000 ...

Today I am proud to introduce Neveen, an aspiring writer and poet and a very good one at that. Neveen is a Palestinian girl and lives in Syria. She is going to introduce herself and share some of her thoughts and writing on this blog. I asked her this morning if she is well and if she is doing any writing. School has finished in Syria for the summer months and the situation is becoming worse by the minute. This is what she said : It is painful to write when you know that nothing will ever change. Writing about it just makes it more clear and raises the pain level. But Neveen will continue to write and share her thoughts. And we will be fortunate enough to share. Write- Place  gives Neveen a very big welcome !