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dc.contributor.authorShakkour, Suha
dc.date.accessioned2017-04-06T13:17:36Z
dc.date.available2017-04-06T13:17:36Z
dc.date.issued2016-01
dc.identifier.citationShakkour, S. (2016). Still a Palestinian. In Suleiman, Y. (Ed.), Being Palestinian: Personal reflections on Palestinian identity in the diaspora'. Edinburgh: Edinburgh University Press.en
dc.identifier.isbn9780748634026en
dc.identifier.isbn9781474405393en
dc.identifier.urihttp://hdl.handle.net/10545/621538
dc.description.sponsorshipN/Aen
dc.language.isoenen
dc.publisherEdinburgh University Pressen
dc.relation.urlhttps://edinburghuniversitypress.com/book-being-palestinian-13709.htmlen
dc.subjectIdentityen
dc.subjectDiasporaen
dc.subjectExileen
dc.subjectArab-Israeli conflicten
dc.titleStill a Palestinianen
dc.typeBook chapteren
dc.contributor.departmentUniversity of Derbyen
dc.relation.embeddedI grew up in Jerusalem, the second of six children, and I lived what I perceived, even then, to be a double life. I went to an American school where I learned to speak English with a slightly Southern accent, and I could recite the names of the American presidents, all the States and their capitals. Meanwhile, at home, I learned Arabic, Palestinian history and geography, how to bake bread and make labaneh. I spoke English with my siblings, Arabic with my parents and a mixture of the two with my friends. The double life I lived came naturally and did not seem unusual to me. In fact, even now, recalling my childhood, I consider my memories to be remarkably similar to those of my non-Palestinian friends – though the details differ somewhat. For example, I remember having an assortment of pets, cats and dogs of course, but also chicks from the Old City, ducklings from my Aunts and tortoises that had wandered into the garden. I remember picnics and musical afternoons, which turned into musical evenings, with a kamanja, durbakeh, and oud played by my uncles and cousins. I remember ‘camping’, not in the woods, but on rooftops under the stars and grapevines, with my grandmother singing us lullabies and telling us stories.en


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