Mornings in Jenin

by Susan Abulhawa

I can see them now as if I were an outsider looking through someone’s window. The five of us, Fatima, Yousef, Majid, baby Falasteen, and I, sit around the plates of fried tomatoes, hummus, fuul, olives, zaatar, eggs, yogurt, and cucumber.

First person. Amal narrating