Saffuriyya…..

It's a village from Palestine, a village has vanished from the map, but I belong to it…..

A village which I have never seen it… but I learned its story since my first years. It's a story which drew my life and the life of many thousands…Exile's Story!

15 July 1948..

It's unforgettable night, it separated between tow times, tow worlds: the world of existence and the world of absence. This night transformed all the details of the life of the whole village. A night which we feel every night, everyday. It carries the burn of broken hearts on the roads of the exile. It carries with it the eternal injustice for thousands of the village's population who sleep in order to kick out from daily tiredness.

During this night, Saffuriyya was bombed and attacked. In spite of the strong resistance, the most of the population were forced to flee. Among them, there was a child who wasn't more than 6 years, who went to the unknown. With him, he carried a childhood which was freezed, a memory wouldn't forget, a memory would be inherited.. this child was my father, this memory was his memory which I inherited…!

Theses pages are from my belong dedicated to who refuse the injustice, just some minutes to visit a village inaccessible for its original population, to visit a place which still lives in the imaginary of thousands of peoples in spite of the long exile.