Getting to Jerusalem at Ramadan
Palestinians climbing the wall into Israel in Qalandia during Ramadan, Photo by Oren Ziv / Activestills)
Photo via Palestine Live, from series of photos Third Friday of Ramadan from Occupied Palestine.
Palestinians use a ladder to climb over the Israeli separation wall in A-Ram, north of Jerusalem, on their way to Al-Aqsa mosque in the Old city of Jerusalem to attend the second Friday prayer in the fasting month of Ramadan, 19 July 2013. Photo by Oren Ziv/Activestills.org
An Israeli border guard removes a ladder that is used by Palestinians to climb a section of Israel’s separation barrier to avoid crossing Israeli-controlled checkpoints to reach the al-Aqsa mosque compound in Jerusalem’s Old City to pray on the last Friday of the holy month of Ramadan on August 2, 2013. Photo by Abbas Momani /AFP/Getty Images
An Israeli soldier uses a sledge hammer to destroy a wooden ladder Palestinians used to climb over the separation barrier with Israel on their way to pray at the Al-Aqsa Mosque in Jerusalem during the Muslim holy month of Ramadan, at Al-Ram, north of Jerusalem, Friday, Aug. 2, 2013.Photo by Majdi Mohammed /AP
By Allison Deger. Mondoweiss
July 21, 2013
To arrive on time it’s best not to sleep at all. Every Friday during Ramadan, Israel allows Palestinian children, elderly and women to cross Qalandia, the barrier between the West Bank and Jerusalem. The place is full of motion. People shuffling in one direction, past the mini checkpoints erected about 200 meters from the main metal bar, barbed wire, two turn-stop checkpoint.
With the influx of travelers, leaving the West Bank can eat the morning away. So the crowds start arriving, by foot from the hills of nearby Qalandia refugee camp, by bus, by car and by taxi as early as 4 am. By sunrise the stream of foot passengers (the checkpoint is closed to cars on Fridays for Ramadan) is steady, holding strong throughout the rest of the day.
Once past the ID checks, Palestinians hop in vehicles and are carted to the Damascus Gate where they blend into the streets. Then hoof it to the al-Aqsa Mosque compound. Soaker hoses, like the kind used for gardens, strung from rooftops mist water on everything from the waste up. Foreheads are cooled.
For many Ramadan is their only time visiting Jerusalem. The faces of elation on some children seem to scream, “I’m here! I’m here!” From Hebron to Jerusalem, from Nablus to Jerusalem—the ordinarily unimaginable jaunt across the separation wall happens. A group of girls sit in a park joking with one and another. They didn’t come to Jerusalem to pray, they came to play hooky from the occupation.
Yet the trip is not without watchful eyes. Israeli border police survey the Old City, and regularly stop the returning buses to the West Bank, detaining those whose paper work is deemed unacceptable. Detained, detained, always a possibility.