Haaretz, Mar. 25, 2017
“When I came out of school, I was facing a poster of Arafat in army fatigues. He was clutching a rifle, which looked like a giant penis …. The cheap white glue they used to stick the posters to the gate was dripping from the edge of the paper toward the mouth of the barrel. The scene was perfect. A white liquid trickling from the rifle.”
[...] Sale of [Abbad Yahya’s novel] [...] has been banned in the Palestinian Authority due to “indecent language” and for “threatening morality and public decency."
[...] This is the story of a generation for whom the occupation has become an inseparable part of its identity. The older generations have gotten used to the occupation, but the children, the protagonists of this tale, don’t know any other reality [....]
Despite its shortcomings, Yahya’s book offers a glimpse into the Palestinian tragedy by focusing on the generation that was born into the occupation and almost takes it for granted. This is what life really is for many young people in the West Bank.
And without resorting to slogans or clichés, Yahya portrays the Palestinians as human beings with feelings, desires, loves and pain. And, above all, despair.