Isdoud in the Spring

One month ago today I was in Isdoud with my parents. I was listening to my father tell me who owned all of the orchards and which classrooms in his school were for what grade, and watching my mother pick what seemed like bushels of khobayza and shomer just so she could make us a meal from... Continue Reading →

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