This stairway sits in the middle of Isawiya. It’s a shame that not many people get to see it. It’s probably one of the most colorful in Israel.
It’s pretty ironic to see a tattoo of a lion on an upper arm of a Palestinian.
A father and son run a cellphone kiosk in the middle of the village. Jobs are hard to come by for East Jerusalem Arabs. They do what they can to get by.
I had no idea that there was a pool hall in Isawiya. Here’s a shot of the owner and his buddy.
..and a nice Arab couple.
I didn’t think this picture was going to turn out too well due to lack of good lighting inside the building and drastic difference between the skin tones of the father and his two daughters. It really didn’t, and I had to process the RAW picture pretty heavily to get the results that looked decent.
When I stepped outside shortly afterwards, the sun was low (golden hour), almost perfect for capturing boys playing on a street. They stopped to pose and smile. They could have not done it better.
Our lives were somewhat turbulent last week. A baby dove sat under our chicken coop, with no parents in sight. We had no choice but to bring it in and learn how to take care of it. There are many coincidences in our lives. This, I believe, is beyond that. Appropriately, we named her “Hope.”
This falafel shop sits in the middle of the village. Three falafel balls costs just a shekel, around 25 cents, which is an amazing deal. Once you taste the hot stuff straight out of the scorching oil, there is no going back.
The kids in Isawiya, like many other in other Palestinian villages, play with each other. Most families probably can not afford the latest video game consoles or high speed internet for laptops, which is probably a good thing. These kids, for example, do there best, entertaining themselves outdoors. Anata can be seen in the background. It is separated from Isawiya by the security wall.
Here’s another shot, with the security barrier visible.
A bunch of young men invited me to smoke some hookah with them in front of an auto part store one of them operates. I politely declined, but gladly accepting a shot of Arab coffee instead.
Since it’s on a major road, many of their friends whiz by, including a these guys on a scooter.
Hookah pipe smoking is a popular social activity among Palestinian men.
Shortly after the picture above was taken, the full moon was begging to get its picture taken. It paired well with intense pastel sunset.