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They talk to us about paina€¦we talk to them about hope

Asira ash Shamaliya -  The home of a martyr’s family that was destroyed by the Zionist occupation, nothing is left of the home but the rubble that brings pain into our hearts…but from the…
Rita Ziad Yaseen – 50 villages Asira ash Shamaliya

The Method of Preserving Garlic

Asira ash Shamaliya -  Through the dehydration garlic is preserved by hanging it away from the sun, while remaining well ventilated. This is how garlic is preserved in Palestinian homes, usually on drawers or…
Rita Ziad Yaseen – 50 villages Asira ash Shamaliya

The grape vine

Asira ash Shamaliya -  The grape vine is what caught my attention the most while wandering in my beloved village, Asira Ash Shamaliya. Almost all houses have a grape vine, and it is usually…
Rita Ziad Yaseen – 50 villages Asira ash Shamaliya

Hangouts

Asira ash Shamaliya -  These seats are usually made of concrete or stone, and can be found in front of old buildings and public spaces in the historic center of Asira Ash Shamaliya, where…
Rita Ziad Yaseen – 50 villages Asira ash Shamaliya

Pilgrimage season

Asira ash Shamaliya -  A drawing of the holy Kaaba on the wall of houses, with writings such as (blessed pilgrimage, may sins be forgiven, and may you have prosperous trade). These are phrases…
Rita Ziad Yaseen – 50 villages Asira ash Shamaliya

Color your life

Asira ash Shamaliya -  With optimism life becomes more beautiful. Happiness and beauty are not related to poverty and wealth. The spirit of optimism runs in our souls, we color our own lives…
Rita Ziad Yaseen – 50 villages Asira ash Shamaliya

Ornaments and architectural details

Asira ash Shamaliya -  Ornaments were used on the entrances of historic buildings, some of it are of passages from the Quran to express the owners’ gratitude for God’s blessings like in this picture…
Rita Ziad Yaseen – 50 villages Asira ash Shamaliya

I am abandoned

Asira ash Shamaliya -  I am on my own. Stainless gloomy is this place. An eerie silence prevails. I was left alone in the world of silence. Dreams were yesterday’. This empty house…
Rita Ziad Yaseen – 50 villages Asira ash Shamaliya