I tried to explain to my late mother that she had to be expelled from Zarnouqa in 1948, leave her memories and house behind because a crazy bigot had committed a pogrom against Jews in Europe, but she neither wanted to understand (“what does that have to do with us?”) nor accept (why didn’t the Europeans give them a homeland?” until she passed away in a refugee camp, 90 km south of her village.
This song is dedicated to all Palestinian mothers who had to endure the unendurable in 1948.
Land of Sad Lemons
lyrics: AbdulRahim Mansour
How many seasons and years have gone by,
Lemon trees have withered,
Where are you?!
Without you, I am neither sane, nor insane!
I am WORN OUT!