A few years ago, I was living in the West Bank and went to visit my grandparents.
As I walked past the family home, I felt a strange presence.
It was not a family member, but a Palestinian youth, an adolescent who had come to visit his family in Bethlehem.
I didn’t think much of it, but I couldn’t help but notice that he looked more like an Arab than a Palestinian.
I asked him what he was looking for.
He didn’t answer, instead staring blankly at the ground.
He was staring at me, and I wondered what he thought of my appearance.
I thought about it for a while, and then I started to cry.
I hadn’t expected that the boy who stared at me for a minute would suddenly become one of my best friends.
The boy was not only the only one who was interested in my appearance, he was the only person who had the opportunity to see my family for the first time.
He told me that he had a new friend who he would meet on Valentine Day.
The following day, he called me and invited me to his home.
I arrived at the home with my friends and sat down at the table.
My family greeted me with a warm hug and kisses.
When my mother returned from the grocery store, she greeted me warmly and offered to take me to the family’s new friend.
My brother and I went to the neighborhood and waited in the car for our friends.
We were the only ones to meet the family, so I had to wait until they returned home.
We sat down and started to chat with them.
When the family left, I looked around and saw the family and the neighborhood I was in.
I could see their faces, and the warmth and happiness they had for me.
I realized that the warmth of their love was genuine, not because I was looking forward to seeing their family, but because of the fact that I was a stranger to them.
I was happy.
The day after Valentine’s day, my parents and I took our first steps on Valentine Street.
We walked down the street, and we found a place where we could have a small moment together, without being interrupted by the sounds of Arab women singing or the sound of Palestinian men talking.
We shared a laugh and a few words.
The next day, we made a quick visit to the Palestinian neighborhood where we had shared our first kiss.
We smiled, we laughed, and it was a wonderful feeling to see the happiness of others, without feeling too embarrassed.
As a result, I feel that the relationship with Palestinians and Israelis is stronger today than it was when I first met them.
At first, my friends’ happiness was a relief to me.
But, after a while I realized the importance of these moments and the importance they had placed on me.
They had given me the opportunity for friendship.
They have helped me grow as a person, and they have helped us understand the complex and challenging situation in which we live.
The relationship with the Palestinian people is so different from the relationship between the Israelis and the Palestinians, that it has changed the way I think about myself and my relationships with them, and that of other Palestinians in the region.
I have grown accustomed to the feeling of being in a foreign land, which is part of the reason why I have been so critical of the policies of the Israeli government.
At times, I have felt like I am being discriminated against, which makes me feel sad, but also gives me hope.
I am aware that the Israeli policies have been harmful for me and my friends, and as a result I feel anger towards the Israeli authorities, who do not understand the needs of Palestinians in our region.
For example, I understand the anger of the Palestinian leadership, who blames Israel for the problems in our country, for the Palestinian deaths in the Gaza Strip, and for the lack of security in the occupied West Bank.
The Israeli government has also failed to act in the interest of the rights of Palestinians, who have been the victims of violence and occupation for decades.
I do not have the opportunity anymore to have my friends from the West to visit and feel the warmth that they feel towards me.
As long as I am living in Bethlehem, I cannot visit the West bank or visit my friends in the city.
I can only hope that my friends will go to Bethlehem to visit the Palestinians in their neighborhood.
We are Palestinians who have lived in the land of our ancestors for generations.
We have lived with our ancestors, our people, and our history for hundreds of years.
It is not right that Palestinians have been subjected to violence, or that their land is taken away from them.
This is the land that I have worked hard to build for my children, my grandchildren, and my great-grandchildren.
In addition, I am a Palestinian, and even though I am not a Palestinian citizen of Israel, I believe that Israel should recognize my citizenship and allow me to live in Israel.