When the declaration of the Palestinian independence was announced in 15 November 1988 in Algeria, the dream of liberation became a step closer. We were in the middle of the first Intifada and the stories of of our heroic resilience were impressive even to us. We really believed that it was time for liberation. After living a whole life, (I was fifteen back then) under occupation, only commemorating one misery after another, it was time that we have a good Palestinian day.
With its good and worse, this day became a symbol.
However, independence never came even though a state has been declared in a similar symbolic empty setting, this time in the UN.
As I am looking at myself , three times older than that day when the independence was first declared , I bow down my head with disappointment that continued to impose itself on the Palestinian living…
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