Two of my family’s olive groves fell under Israeli control and got bulldozed. The third is damaged beyond recognition.

Every year, there were seasons and occasions that brought families together: holidays, Ramadan iftar meals, the end of the school year, and other gatherings. But for us, there was another season we looked forward to every year: olive-picking season. Before the war, we always looked forward to the month of October. As the weather changed and the olives ripened, families prepared to spend long…

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