Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Cancer-stricken prisoner dies in hospital



BETHLEHEM (Ma'an) -- Maysara Abu Hamdiyeh, a Palestinian jailed in Israel, died in an Israeli hospital on Tuesday, after protests to secure his release failed.


Hamdiyeh was transferred from prison to Soroka hospital in late March suffering from throat cancer which had spread to his spinal cord.


Prisoners in Eshel and Nafha prisons had launched hunger strikes to demand Abu Hamdiyeh's release.

Issa Qaraqe, the Palestinian Authority prisoners minister, said Abu Hamdiyeh's cancer spread because he did not receive treatment earlier

http://electronicintifada.net/content/dying-prisoner-treated-cruelly-israeli-doctors-over-many-years/12329

As quoted by Ibrahim Joundia in The Prisoners' Diaries,  "..the prison clinic is not there to decrease pain, but rather to increase it".

Monday, April 1, 2013

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Child prisoners denied education in israeli jails




Shockingly, Israel holds 39 children between the ages of 12 and 15 , among a total of 236 Palestinian minors, in jail, according to DCI-Palestine's figures covering the month of February. This is the highest total number since October 2010.


http://www.dci-palestine.org/documents/israel-prison-service-denies-jailed-palestinian-minors-education

Palestinian Prisoners' Day

We will start posting on events happening on 17 April for Palestinian Prisoners' Day


Christians United for Peace will stand in solidarity with Palestinian prisoners on April 17. The military courts that send Palestinian men, women, and children to prison are designed to punish non-Jews on trumped up charges, confessions extracted through torture, handing out long sentences for non-violent protests. We support the boycott of all companies who supply Israel with equipment and services in their prison system.

http://corporateoccupation.org/israeli-prisons-using-hiatt-handcuffs/

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Excerpt from the book

This is a chapter from the book , called "The day my children were scattered" by Kahera Als'adi


My days passed like dreams. My soul and my breathing were weak as I remembered the stolen past and imagined a beautiful future yet to come. I stayed in Moskobiyyeh prison. My frail body withstood an army of interrogators. If I described them as stones, I would be unjust, for even stones sometimes soften.

A small chair and filthy walls were all I had in a cell barely larger than I am. The dyspnea that choked me wasn’t a sickness or a pain as much as a longing for the landscape of life outside this living grave. I defied them many times and forced myself to conceal my tears. I thought only of my four children whom I had left behind and who were snatched away from me.