Feeling Palestine

 

  My Mysore [ 1] I couldn’t believe it at first when the name of the street was pronounced, Al-Anbia Street, the street where I grew up! “Yep, I know where it is.” I replied. Out of all the places in Ramallah, did it have to be in that same street?           My first few visits to Mysore were ok. I did my extremely basic Ashtanga Yoga routine and learned few new alignments but I was preoccupied; all I wanted to do was go out on the kitchen balcony and see my neighborhood again. My heart nudged me to go out and see the untamed backyards where I used to play with my friends. I longed to see the small archaic stone steps again and climb the stone fences or ‘sinsela’ [2] to reach the back yard of my childhood home. Stone fence 'sinsela' I craved to explore one more time all those naturally connected, almost chaotic gardens.            I wanted to see the old fig tree and its expansive shadowy branches, the embrac...