Dear friends,<\/p>\n
I wanted to write this last night but was exhausted from playing umpteen hands of the card
\ngame UNO with my 6 year old daughter, Nadine (pic attached). Why this card frenzy,
\nespecially given I hate playing cards? Well, we were in the center of Ramallah yesterday
\nafternoon, at 3:40pm when the almighty Israeli military decided, again, that it was time to
\nwreak havoc on our city. I should not really complain since what happened in Ramallah
\nyesterday happens across the West Bank and Gaza regularly. Nevertheless, I will make an
\nissue about it and urge every Palestinian, in every city, to make an issue about every Israeli
\ninfraction on our lives.<\/p>\n
Yesterday I was extremely busy all day and had a dinner appointment with a serious venture
\ncapitalist in Jerusalem in the evening, so I agreed with my wife and girls that since I would not
\nbe home all day and night, that I’d pick them up at 3:30 sharp and we would go for a late
\nlunch. We haven’t been out much given all of the infighting lately so my girls were thrilled. I
\nrushed home at 3:30 to pick them up and found my daughters dressed to kill. To them, this
\nwas a serious outing after a long holiday break which was spent mostly at home. The
\nrestaurant they had as first choice was closed due to the holidays, so they reverted to their
\nfavorite popular place, Angelo’s Pizzeria, for those that know it.<\/p>\n
Angelo’s Pizzeria is on the main street in Ramallah, a few hundred meters from Lion’s Circle,
\nthe smack middle of town where you saw on the the news Israeli bulldozers destroying cars
\nlast night. I parked on the Friends Girls School road which is behind the restaurant. As soon
\nas I exited the car I felt something was wrong. As we walked into the restaurant I looked up
\nand could see an Israeli gunship helicopter hoovering overhead firing at some unknown
\ntarget. We thought it would be safer to enter the restaurant rather than return home.<\/p>\n
The restaurant was full with most tables nervous at the sound of gunfire from overhead. The
\nwaiters, who have been through this dozens of times, visited the tables and played and joked
\nwith the kids. They knew that things were not right and went out of their way to make life
\nnormal, at least while we were their customers. The restaurant manager, a friend, came to
\nour table and asked me for my car keys. He wanted to move my car because word came
\nthat the Israeli jeeps and armored vehicles that were operating in town were crushing cars
\nparked on the side of the road. He found my car already in a safe spot and reassured us that
\nthis will pass soon. He knows, he has lived this reality every day for 40 years now!<\/p>\n
We ordered a pizza and salad and Nadine insisted that Angelo’s Pizzeria has the best
\nhamburgers in town and wanted one as well so she ordered one herself. As we sat, things
\noutside were clearly deteriorating. I got a call on my cellular hone from my dad back in
\nYoungstown, Ohio. He asked where we are because no one answered at home. He briefed
\nme on the live reports he was watching about what was happening outside the restaurant
\ndoor. After talking with my father, I made frequent visits to the restaurant door to view people
\nrushing away from the city center. While I was standing at the door, a friend of mine had
\nfinished eating with his wife and 4 kids and stood at the door contemplating to leave to cross
\nthe street to his car. I kept a lookout and gave him the all clear as he rushed his family
\nacross the street to his car and he was off. At this stage, I knew it was not only military
\nactivity overhead but something very close by.<\/p>\n
The salad showed up in no time and we enjoyed it. Then the famous hamburger followed
\nand then our pizza. All the time my wife was trying to make phone contact with her sister
\nwho we invited to join us but never showed up. She wanted to make sure she was ok given
\nall the shooting and commotion outside. My older daughter, Areen, was a bit nervous,
\nwondering how we were going to get back home. We reassured her that all would be fine. In
\nreality, we had no idea.<\/p>\n
Forty minutes later, my wife, Abeer, Areen and I had finished eating and were ready to go.
\nNadine, was happily, and very slowly, enjoying her world-class hamburger and fries while
\nevery so often reassuring us. ” They come, shoot, arrest, and leave…so what’s the problem?
\nWhen they leave, we will go home, right dad?”<\/p>\n
“So what’s the problem?”! The problem is how can a 6 year old calmly sit through a mini-war
\nhappening outside the restaurant while enthusiastically devouring a hamburger without the
\nslightest hint of being disturbed?<\/p>\n
Nadine finally finished and we headed home. Luckily we were parked in the opposite
\ndirection of the shooting, so we drove the wrong way down a one way street and headed
\nhome. On the way, taxis were rushing about, driving worse than usual, shuttling people away
\nfrom the center of Ramallah. When we got near our home we had to cross the Jerusalem-
\nRamallah road. Looking left about 200 meters away my girls yelled out that the IDF was
\nblocking the street. I glanced and it was a mess. Jeeps all over, rocks filled the street,
\nbehind the jeeps I could see the open market was full of soldiers.<\/p>\n
We finally got home. Turned on CNN, nothing! Switched to Jazeerah and they had live
\npictures of what was happening and the extent of it – another Israeli invasion into Ramallah.
\nAn undercover Israeli hit team tried to arrest someone and were exposed and came under
\nPalestinian fire. They called in reenforcements and all the lone rangers came running (and
\nshooting and plowing).<\/p>\n
I was contemplating with my wife if I should risk heading to Jerusalem later in the evening.
\nWe agreed to wait and see how it develops given the news reports started to say the IDF was
\ncompleting their operations and leaving the city center (only to move back to their permanent
\nposition of surrounding our city).<\/p>\n
I went to check my email and cancel a radio interview appointment with CBC that I missed
\nbecause of this mess. This is when Nadine came and asked if I could accompany her to the
\nbathroom. She never asks to be accompanied. The bathroom in our small flat is literally 1
\nmeter from my computer and 3 meters from the living room where Abeer was watching the
\nnews and Areen was letting Grandma Sarah in Youngstown know we were all home and ok.<\/p>\n
I immediately understood and gladly accompanied Nadine and even made it a fun trip. Then
\nI cancelled all my appointments that evening and spent the rest of the night doing exactly
\nwhat Nadine asked for – to play UNO. We played alone, with Areen, as a family, and then
\nalone again, multiple times. When bedtime came she kissed me good night and headed to
\nher room along with her sister as usual – no escort. I felt that UNO therapy had worked. I
\nmay even claim for a new deck of UNO on my health insurance policy.<\/p>\n
My friends, I write this not to bore you with one family’s experience during 2 hours of
\noccupation, but rather to scream to the world that we need your help!<\/p>\n
4 Palestinian civilians were killed last night in this attack, 20 were injured, 5 of them seriously.
\nI have no statistics on the number of children, like Nadine, whose skin become thicker during
\nthis latest Israeli adventure.<\/p>\n
Israel has lost her way and the US is Palestinian-blind. Israel is creating yet another
\ngeneration of Palestinians that are more numb to their military occupation than any other.
\nLikewise, it is creating a generation of Israeli occupiers that see my city as the wild, wild,
\nwest. It is stripping children, Palestinian and Israeli, of their childhood. It must stop and
\nNOW. We need your active support:<\/p>\n
Organzine locally, at your church, community center, union, etc.<\/p>\n
Support Jimmy Carter’s stance against Israeli Apartheid. Read his book.<\/p>\n
Write letters.<\/p>\n
Visit and engage your representatives. Demand public statements.<\/p>\n
Sponsor a Palestinian student.<\/p>\n
Invest in Palestine.<\/p>\n
Request Angelo’s Pizzeria start exporting hamburgers by express mail.<\/p>\n
and most importantly, play UNO with your kids.<\/p>\n
Braced for the 4 funerals that will start in 3 hours,
\nSam<\/p>\n
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Dear friends, I wanted to write this last night but was exhausted from playing umpteen hands of the card game UNO with my 6 year old daughter, Nadine (pic attached). Why this card frenzy, especially given I hate playing cards? Well, we were in the center of Ramallah yesterday afternoon, at 3:40pm when the almighty […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","footnotes":"","_ppma_block_editor_authors":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"ppma_author":[936],"class_list":["post-4796","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news"],"authors":[{"term_id":936,"user_id":4,"is_guest":0,"slug":"sambahour","display_name":"Sam Bahour","avatar_url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/bca109c333bf6d8ae807746dd512adde46265d37c923f6cd0fc4aab437f8e9aa?s=96&d=mm&r=g","author_category":"1","first_name":"Sam","last_name":"Bahour","user_url":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour","job_title":"","description":"
Sam Bahour<\/strong> is a Palestinian-American business consultant, writer, and commentator based in Al-Bireh\/Ramallah, Palestine. He is the principal of Applied Information Management (AIM)<\/a>, a consultancy specializing in business development and startup advisory services.<\/p>\r\n Bahour was instrumental in establishing two of Palestine\u2019s publicly traded companies: the Palestine Telecommunications Company (PALTEL) and the Arab Palestinian Shopping Centers (APSC). He co-founded Americans for a Vibrant Palestinian Economy (A4VPE), of which he is now an emeritus member, and served as an independent director on the board of Arab Islamic Bank P.L.C. from 2004 to 2025. He currently serves on the board of Just Vision<\/a> and The Palestine Economic Policy Research Institute (MAS)<\/a>.<\/p>\r\n He frequently gives talks to delegations visiting Palestine on the subjects of Palestine\u2019s political economy, Palestinian Politics 101, and a general orientation to the state of affairs under Israeli military occupation.<\/p>\r\n A prolific writer on Palestinian affairs, Bahour has been published in major international outlets including The New York Times, The Guardian, Haaretz, The Washington Post, The Boston Globe, the Los Angeles Times, Al Jazeera America, Le Monde diplomatique, Al-Monitor, +972 Magazine, The Hill, and Arab News. He has appeared as a commentator on NPR, CNN, BBC, and other broadcast media.<\/p>\r\n Bahour is the co-editor of Homeland: Oral Histories of Palestine and Palestinians<\/a><\/em> (Olive Branch Press, 1993) and was profiled in the bestselling anthology Kingdom of Olives and Ash<\/a><\/em>, edited by Michael Chabon and Ayelet Waldman, in a chapter authored by Chabon titled \u201cThe Tallest Man in Ramallah<\/a>.\u201d He holds an Associate\u2019s and Bachelor\u2019s degree in Computer Technology from Youngstown State University, and a Kellogg-Recanati International Executive MBA \u2014 a joint program of the Kellogg School of Management at Northwestern University and the Recanati Business School at Tel Aviv University.<\/p>\r\n He tweets at @SamBahour<\/a>, blogs at www.epalestine.ps<\/a>, and may be reached at sbahour[AT]gmail[DOT]com.<\/p>"}],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4796","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4796"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4796\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4796"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4796"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4796"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/epalestine.ps\/sambahour\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/ppma_author?post=4796"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}