Living in Fear of Settler Violence

Our life, our life is in fear, meaning, we live in fear, meaning, we live in terror.

The settlers come to our land and we get scared.

We are now in Hawara, south of Hebron, which belongs to Yatta.

Currently, we are on the land of Ibrahim Ismail Jabbour, this land he

inherited from his ancestors, his ancestors.

Encampment. They tied my hands, blindfolded me, and threw me in

Susya for seven or eight hours, and at night they threw me in a land I don't know,

they distanced me from the town.

This road, as you can see, this is the settlement outpost.

And this outpost is built on about 500 dunams of land, which belongs to the

Jabbour family, who are my father, my uncles, my relatives, and my cousins.

About 500 dunams, he took it and fenced it off, he has been

controlling this area for about a year.

You see, and he is not satisfied with what he took, he is also coming up to our

forested land, the land with olives, the land we worked hard on, planted, and

lived off of, our source of livelihood. I mean, death here...

you die and it's over, it's finished, it ends.

But this is a clinical death, this is a slow death.

I mean, every minute,

every hour, we see death with our own eyes.

Just like you have breakfast and dinner, he greets us in the morning and

in the evening.

Assaults of all kinds: gas, pepper spray sprayed on us,

dogs unleashed on us.

He comes out on horses to provoke us, and he drives the sheep into the olive groves,

bringing them into the olive groves where they ate the olives.

And we call the army, we call the police, they come to protect him.

The Israeli police and the Israeli army keep standing by him until

he gets bored and leaves.

The land is worth it, it's worth sacrificing everything for.

Land and honor are sacred.