ABSTRACT
I recently visited my friend Reem, whose family I had stayed with during last year’s Deir Ballut Peace Camp Against the Wall. My fondest memory with Reem’s family was the day we took two old village jeeps overflowing with children and food and drove to the family’s land for a picnic. As we drove, we could see the Israeli cities Tel Aviv and Petah Tiqvah in the distance, along with closer illegal settlements, outposts and military camps. When the jeep stopped, the children bounded out and spread across the great fertile land. Two girls gathered flowers to put in their hair, while several kids played hide and seek amongst the olive trees. When I sat down to write in my journal, a crowd of children gathered around me. I asked them to teach me their favorite song. It’s a song about Palestine, about their love for their land and their capital in Jerusalem. The song’s chorus says, “We are not the terrorists.”
