$PDF$/READ/DOWNLOAD In My Mother's Footsteps: A Palestinian Refugee Returns Home
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?Refugees are like seeds that scatter in the wind, and land in different soils that become their reluctant homes? my mother once told me. As a small child, I looked up at my mother and clutched her hand. The puffiness of her palm reminded me of a loaf of warm pita bread, and when she laced her fingers into mine like a pretzel, I felt safe. I would have walked
