Mohammed Ali Amla — UK

My heart always longed to travel to the blessed land of Palestine. I didn’t know what fate had in store. The only words I can use to describe these last few weeks, is it’s been an ‘emotional rollercoaster’. I’ve smiled, I’ve laughed and surely I have cried.

Why so many tears you may be wondering? My tears began in the Old City of Nablus, as we were given a guided tour; to visit such an old city is an honour especially when each road has 100 stories to tell, very much like all the people you meet. Each child at Askar will bring a smile to your face. However, each has his/her own story to tell which would soften the hardest of hearts. When children have their childhood stolen by the occupation, the psychological scars are apparent. The children make the most of the opportunities available and you will always see them playing and smiling.

Coming to Nablus has taught me many lessons. One which I shall never forget about the Nablusian people: no matter how tough life becomes they keep continuing with life. To live is their only hope for a better tomorrow.

I have never felt as welcome as I have been in Nablus. I came as a stranger but was greeted like a brother. It’s been great to share thoughts and emotions: at such a turbulent time in history we discussed, debated and disagreed. We shared many smiles and many tears, I’m sure I’ll be in contact with this diverse group of new friends, I will never forget my brothers and sisters in Nablus who have a special place in my heart.