In my village of Qira near Salfit, as in many Palestinian villages, we wait for the first drops of rain with a mixture of longing and unease. Rain is not only the beginning of the agricultural season; it is a reassurance that life can continue despite everything happening around us. In a time of land fragmentation, restricted water sources, and daily obstacles faced by farmers, the coming of al-ghayth feels like both mercy and quiet resistance—a subtle reminder that life and hope persist despite oppression. Every October, when the sky softens and the earth begins to breathe again, I am reminded that no matter how heavy the burdens of occupation become, the cycle of seasons remains one certainty Israel cannot […]
