Ramadan, however revealed even more that great sense of solidarity, togetherness and brotherhood that Palestinian refugees camps have always possessed. And because people were prohibited from going to the mosque in the time for prayers, men climbed to the roofs of their houses and made the prayer calls. Late in the evenings, when military vehicles were seen departing our area to another, we fled to the streets, sharing all that can be shared. Even children managed to complete their hand-made Ramadan lamps illuminating the dark streets of the camp with candlelight and songs. Many things have changed since then.
Refugees now endure different kinds of hardships.
Yet somehow they manage to survive, live and find a reason to smile. As always their nights are engulfed with worries and joy, yet they maintain their eagerness for a better tomorrow. Ramadan Mubarak to my fellow refugees and comrades, to Nuesierat, my still standing refugee camp, and to all Muslim brothers and sisters.