The parade of cars beeped and people hung out of the windows waving Palestinian flags. A person from the village had just been released from jail. We were invited to come to the family’s house to participate in the celebration.
In the street there was music and the young man who had just been released was being carried around on people’s shoulders. As three women, we were ushered into the courtyard where the women were. We met the grandmother, mother, aunts, cousins, and more. Treats were being passed around and the women invited us to dance. “Inshallah, inshallah.” The young man being released had served a three year sentence in prison.
The Israel army drove through the village in armored jeeps that night making sure to keep a chill in the air, letting people know that the occupation continues.