|10-year old boy in Bil'in, Palestine|
I dare you to look into the eyes of a mother I met in Bil’in and not feel something shift deep inside your core. Her name is Suhaer Khateib, a Palestinian woman whose indescribable raw wisdom, honesty, and intensity were beyond all languages, beyond all words. Although we did not speak the same language, it was the pain and courage in her eyes that rocked every moral fiber in my being as she told me her story.
Suhaer grew up in the village of Bil’in, a Palestinian farming village that is on the front lines of resisting the occupation through non-violent resistance. Bil’in sits amongst the mountains and the olive trees that have supported the families there for hundreds of years. The occupation is visible in every corner of the village. The remains of burnt olive trees cover the surrounding hills while the wall, the same wall that snakes through Israel and Palestine, separating farmers from their land, children from their schools, Palestinians from their roads…and Muslims from Jews, slices through the village’s land.