Facebook post from
The traditions live on when Palestinian
grandmothers sit with their grandchildren to pass on stories from their
Palestinian heritage and life experiences...For me, it was my
grandfather (Allah yirhamu) and my aunts (may God bless them)...My
children benefited from the wisdom and stories of their grandparents...When I was a small child in Palestine, my aunt Zahiya (my mother's older sister may God bless her) used to come and visit us. She told such fantastic folk tales that we would beg her to spend the night so that she may regale us with her tales (no TV or electricity back then), and when that didn't work, we would hide her shoes.
