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Sabra and Shatila

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Corrugates steel plates shaped into images of children playing and dangling from barbed wire, and painted over.

Abdul Rahman Katanani’s art is not an identification with the refugee camp’s misery, but an attempt to show all that is beautiful and painful in it, showing the camp to those who can’t enter it, those who don’t want to, and those who fear it.

Amena al-Ashkar avoided writing about the Sabra and Shatilla massacre even though she grew up a kilometer away. On the massacre’s 40th anniversary, she finally made the painful pilgrimage. “We have talked about this for so long now, but nobody cares that we were slaughtered like chickens…I am not going to do this right now, or ever again,” a Palestinian woman who survived the Sabra and Shatilla massacre tells her.

Israa M. Khater on her visit to the Shatila refugee camp in Lebanon: “My nation has been reduced to human trash. We are simply meant to be sustained, contained, but never returned. So comes the international aid, a humanitarian initiative by no other than those who stripped us of everything we owned. It comes preconditioned on our admission of defeat, on our acceptance of what cannot be logically accepted. Can one be grateful to what amounts to nothing compared to what has been lost?”