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Dec 2012: DECEMBER

Dec 2012: The boy went back to his family there, in the distance, in a distance he did not find there in the distance. My grandfather died counting sunsets, seasons, and heartbeats on the fingers of his withered hands. He dropped like a fruit forbidden a branch to lean its age against. They destroyed his heart. He wearied of waiting here, in Damur. He said goodbye to friends, water pipe, and children and took me and went back to find what was no longer his to find there. Here the number of aliens increased, and refugee camps got bigger. A war went by, then two, three, and four. The homeland got farther and farther away, and the children got farther and farther from mother's milk after they had tasted the milk of UNRWA. So they bought guns to get closer to a homeland flying out of their reach. They brought their identity back into being, re-created the homeland, and followed their path, only to have it blocked by the guardians of civil wars. They defended their steps, but then path parted from path, the orphan lived in the skin of the orphan, and one refugee camp went into another. Excerpt from Memory for Forgetfulness Mahmoud Darwish

Nov 2012: NOVEMBER

Oct 2012: OCTOBER

Sep 2012: SEPTEMBER

Aug 2012: AUGUST

Aug 2012: Ismail Shammout was born in 1930 in the Palestinian agricultural town of Lydda to a produce wholesale merchant. He remembered clearly how their world turned upside down when they were driven out of their homes on July 12, 1948. The Israeli soldiers ordered them, at gunpoint, "Out! Out!" and the family of nine was instantly homeless. Lydda's 25,000 residents were forcibly expelled on that day, and Shammout recounted that these included "old men and women, children, babies, pregnant women, sick people." The Shammout family arrived in the village of Ni'lin, north of Ramallah, where they were welcomed with bread and water. "We were the lucky ones," recounted Shammout, "Many collapsed on the way. Many did not make it.” Shammout's father moved the family to a refugee camp in Gaza, where he had business colleagues. Together with his sons, they etched out a living by selling homemade halva on the streets. Ismail Shammout, (from top) "Palestine: The Exodus and the Odyssey" Mural Series (1997-2001), "To where..." (1953)

Jul 2012: JULY

Jun 2012: JUNE

Jun 2012: Naji Al-Ali was born in 1936 in the Palestinian village of Ash Shajara. In 1948, Ash Shajara was one of the 480 villages destroyed in what is known as the “Nakba,” or catastrophe. Naji Al-Ali was 10 years old when he and his family were expelled from Palestine to Ein Al-Hilweh refugee camp in Lebanon. To this day, Naji Al-Ali’s searing cartoons, seen through the eyes of the refugee boy named Handala, continue to be used over and over again. At first, he was a Palestinian child, but his consciousness developed to have a national and then a global and human horizon. Where do I begin? Perhaps from the day we left Palestine on our way to the Ain Al-Helwa camp in southern Lebanon. And from those looks in the eyes of our mothers and fathers that did not speak of facts, but expressed a sorrow which was the language in which we learned about the world, a language of anger that finds its outlet sometimes in speech, sometimes in deeds. Most of the boys and girls of the fifties generation, to which I belonged, suffered a profound dejection. We would cast our eyes beyond our small prison in Ain Al-Helwa, searching for some force of good that might come to our rescue. I am from Ain Al-Helwa, a camp like any other camp. The people of the camps were the people of the land in Palestine. The bourgeoisie never had to live in the camps, whose inhabitants were exposed to hunger, to every degradation and to every form of oppression. Entire families died in our camps. Those are the Palestinians who remain in my mind, even when my work takes me away from the camp. Naji Al Ali

May 2012: MAY

Apr 2012: APRIL

Mar 2012: MARCH

Mar 2012: Identity Card By Mahmoud Darwish Record! I am an Arab And my identity card is number fifty thousand I have eight children And the ninth is coming after a summer Will you be angry? Record! I am an Arab Employed with fellow workers at a quarry I have eight children I get them bread Garments and books from the rocks.. I do not supplicate charity at your doors Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber So will you be angry? Record! I am an Arab I have a name without a title Patient in a country Where people are enraged My roots Were entrenched before the birth of time And before the opening of the eras Before the pines, and the olive trees And before the grass grew My father.. descends from the family of the plow Not from a privileged class And my grandfather..was a farmer Neither well-bred, nor well-born! Teaches me the pride of the sun Before teaching me how to read And my house is like a watchman's hut Made of branches and cane Are you satisfied with my status? I have a name without a title! Record! I am an Arab You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors And the land which I cultivated Along with my children And you left nothing for us Except for these rocks.. So will the State take them As it has been said?! Therefore! Record on the top of the first page: I do not hate people Nor do I encroach But if I become hungry The usurper's flesh will be my food Beware.. Beware.. Of my hunger And my anger!

Feb 2012: FEBRUARY

Jan 2012: JANUARY

Jan 2012: When we had to leave Jaffa for Acre there was no sense of tragedy. It felt like an annual trip to spend the feast in another city. Our days in Acre did not seem unusual: perhaps, being young, I was even enjoying myself since the move exempted me from school... Whatever, on the night of the big attack on Acre the picture was becoming clearer. That was, I think, a cruel night, passed between the stern silence of the men and the invocations of the women. My peers, you and I, were too young to understand what the whole story was about. On that night, though, certain threads of that story became clearer. In the morning, and as the Jews withdrew threatening and fulminating, a big truck was standing in front of our door. Light things, mainly sleeping items, were being chucked into the truck swiftly and hysterically. In Rass El-Naqoura, Lebanon, our vehicle stood beside many similar vehicles. The men began to hand in their weapons to the policemen who were there for that purpose. Then it was our turn. I saw pistols and machine guns thrown onto a big table, saw the long line of big vehicles coming into Lebanon, leaving the winding roads of the land of oranges far behind, and then I too cried bitterly. Your mother was still silently gazing at the oranges, and all the orange trees your father had left behind to the Jews glowed in his eyes... As if all those clean trees which he had bought one by one were mirrored in his face. And in his eyes tears, which he could not help hiding in front of the officer at the police station, were shining. When in the afternoon we reached Sidon we had become refugees. Jaffa: Land of Oranges Ghassan Kanafani

BC: The Learning for the Empowerment and Advancement of Palestinians (LEAP) program appreciates your kind contribution. With the purchase of this calendar you are celebrating the creative resistance of Palestinians through various forms of art. Although centered around the theme of displacement, dispossession and exile experienced by refugees, the art celebrates the spirit and soul of Palestinians. The art featured here exemplifies one of the many ways that oppression does not waver hope, but rather reignites the desire for freedom. Funds collected from your purchase will go toward LEAP's educational programs for Palestinian refugee-youth in Lebanon. leapsummerprogram.org/ Contact: info@leapsummerprogram.org. Credits: Cover/On the Road, OPT The West Bank/journals.worldnomads.com - I am from Ain Al-Helwa/Naji Al-Ali/http://www.handala.org/about/iam.html January/Ghassan - A Man of Literature/Adnan Zubaidi/1995/Palestine Poster Project February/Father of the Path and Return/Abdel Rahman Al Muzain/1978/Palestine Poster Project March/Ana Arabi Poem - Mahmoud Darwish, http://qumsiyeh.org/mahmouddarwish/ - Map of Refugee Routes/Palestine Remembered/ http://www.palestineremembered.com/Acre/Maps/Story578.htm April/ Education/Erik Ruin/2005/Palestine Poster Project May/Nahr Al Barid Refugee Camp - Winter 1948/Anis Hamadeh/2008/Palestine Poster Project June/Naji Al Ali/http://www.handala.org/about/iam.html July/Sabra y Chatila/Rafael Enriquez/1983/Palestine Poster Project August/"The Dream of Tomorrow" from The Exodus and The Odyssey Mural Series and "To Where"/Ismail Shammout September/September/Marc Rudin/1989/Palestine Poster Project October/ Edward Said Mural/ http://anniesnewletters.blogspot.com/2010/05/honoring-edward-said-analyze-how.html November/ Palestine In the Mind -Original/Claude Lazar/1975/Palestine Poster Project December/Mahmoud Darwish/Mawasi/2009 Ghassan Kanafani sources/http://www.palestineremembered.com/Acre/al-Birwa/Story189.html Naji Al Ali sources/http://www.handala.org/about/iam.html Ismail Shammout sources/ http://imeu.net/news/article002033.shtml Mahmoud Darwish sources/http://www.palestineremembered.com/Acre/al-Birwa/Story189.html

FC: 2012 | LEARNING for the EMPOWERMENT and ADVANCEMENT of PALESTINIANS | "I am Handala from the Ain Al-Helwa camp. I give my word of honor that I'll remain loyal to the cause..." That was the promise I had made myself. The young, barefoot Handala was a symbol of my childhood. He was the age I was when I had left Palestine and, in a sense, I am still that age today. At first, he was a Palestinian child, but his consciousness developed to have a national and then a global and human horizon. Naji Al Ali

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