The Refugee Camp of Jenin-Palestine

Palestine  
I can't live my normal life now, because what I saw was not easy. I could not continue my university life as normal students, because the nightmares follow me everywhere. I will never forget when we were just waiting for death, our turn to die, tears, fear, worry, screams, blood. I will never forget the scene of the dead bodies, which were mixed with garbage and the streets dust.

Economy and Finance

The Refugee Camp of Jenin



I don’t know if I can express my feelings, I am Nada, Palestinian refugee, living in the refugee camp of Jenin, or what was once called the refugee camp of Jenin, because it seems that there is no place that still has this name.



I am student at An-Najah University; I am in my first year at the University majoring in economy. I was so close to finishing my first year at the university until the disaster came to my people and me. I was very happy when I could attend the classes in the first year of my undergraduate studies, but it is so hard to be Palestinian. I can't live my normal life now, because what I saw was not easy. I could not continue my university life as normal students, because the nightmares follow me everywhere. I will never forget when we were just waiting for death, our turn to die, tears, fear, worry, screams, blood. I will never forget the scene of the dead bodies, which were mixed with garbage and the streets dust.



I will never forget the Israeli soldiers when they killed our neighbor who is 75 years old. He had done nothing. They threw his dead body in the street, and did not allow anybody to bury him. They left him to the birds to eat his flesh.



How I can remember my studies about economy and finance if I always have to remember that little innocent child, Rowad, who was used by Israelis as a human shield? His face was encountering bullets, and the Israeli sniper put his gun on the kid's shoulder and started to shoot at Palestinians for 5 hours, The result is that this child does not have normal moods, psychological troubles, and hallucination. This kid does not laugh anymore and he does not play in the streets as before.



I will never forget the days and nights when we had to survive without food or water. I will never forget the Israelis when they destroyed our neighbors flat while its dwellers were shouting and calling for help. Kids and women were calling for relief, but nobody could do anything for them.



How can I go back to my classes in such mood? The stories are every where, while the world is only looking at us. As they watch Hollywood movies. Why does the International community remain silence?



In spite all of this, I am back at the university once again to continue my struggle. The Israeli soldiers did not leave me with my pain. They got mad when they heard that I am from the refugee camp of Jenin. They started cursing at me, insulted me, tore my books, and did not allow me to continue my way to Nablus. They forced me to stay under sun for 6 hours, which was very hot, but at last I made it to the university.



I dream about having a normal student’s life just like the other students all over the world. I wish I could go freely to my university on normal streets and not in between the olive trees and mountains. I am waiting for that day. And will keep waiting.



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