Trump’s “deal of the century” for Israel and Palestine is an absolute farce that has still left me imagining a 3rd Intifada, extra curfews, military services assaults and detentions. I can feel the disappointment of my grandparents, who were uprooted from their house during the Nakba in 1948, and the disappointment of my mothers and fathers who grew up as element of the revolutionary era in Jabalia refugee camp during Israel’s occupation of the remaining 22 percent of our lands.

Palestinians will – and will have to – resist and battle again and there will be extra reduction of everyday living and extra of what we witnessed every Friday at Gaza’s Good March of Return protests.

I know only way too nicely the reaction to even tranquil protest. The Israeli occupation’s brutal repression of any kind of resistance is a actuality I grew up with.

6 yrs in the past, on January 17, 2014, I went to plant olive trees as element of a tranquil protest versus the imprisonment of two million individuals in the ghetto that is Gaza. Rather, I experienced a bullet planted in my leg.

This occurred at the jap “buffer zone” exactly where some of the Good March of Return protests took put. The buffer zone is a no-go zone that extends along the northern and jap portion of Israel’s seriously fortified fence with Gaza, its generation intended the reduction of about 30 percent of Gaza’s most fertile agricultural land.

All through the second Intifada (2000-2005), scores of citrus and olive trees experienced been bulldozed and uprooted from the landscape of Gaza to make way for this buffer zone, in the course of action targetting farmers who only needed to cultivate their land.

For Palestinians in Gaza, the vulnerability and precariousness of everyday living are starkly clear on a day by day basis. Dwelling in regular anxiety has still left the inhabitants scarred by multi-generational levels of trauma. Losing our all-natural sources due to the fact of the conflict has led only to extra hardship as we can no for a longer period farm our land.

This is why I and the protest team I co-started in 2013, the Intifada Youth Coalition, decided to phase a symbolic but tranquil protest by the fence surrounding the buffer zone – by planting new olive trees.


The Intifada Youth Coalition is manufactured up of young individuals from a variety of refugee camps, grassroots teams and functions. We would get with each other to hold demonstrations at the buffer zone every other Friday and sailed along with others to protest versus the naval blockades on our shoreline as a Palestinian-led flotilla.

The working day I was shot

After a extensive week of planning to plant the trees, the working day arrived.

I experienced sent out a notification about our protest, outlining our tranquil intentions, to embassies, consulates, press and human legal rights organisations in the Palestinian territories, Brussels, Geneva and New York, hoping that they would relay our vision and message to the globe. We also hoped the publicity would inspire restraint by soldiers guarding the no-go zone. We were, after all, doing exercises our suitable to protest below intercontinental and human legal rights legislation we just needed to plant some trees.

It was a sunny Friday and the sky was blue, albeit crammed with drones. My mom, Halima, woke me up and known as me to breakfast with my family members. She prayed that this breakfast would not be my last. My father, Ismail, who was a freedom fighter in his youth, was unusually silent. He has usually been fantastic at suppressing his emotions but I could explain to he was scared for me. They could not halt me from likely, nonetheless, so they opted to exhibit belief and guidance for the statement my good friends and I needed to make. After all, my mothers and fathers them selves put in their youth protesting in Gaza. Equally led non-violent demonstrations in the Jabalia and other refugee camps, exactly where I grew up, during the to start with Intifada (1987-1991).

When I attained the fence that morning, I could see, in the length, on the other facet exactly where my grandparents as soon as lived and cultivated the land in peace, an Israeli soldier standing on a significant issue. Just as I concluded planting an olive tree, we were surrounded by tear gasoline and the soldier shot specifically at me. I could scarcely breathe or see and I stayed down to try out to maintain out of range of the bullets landing near by. A bullet grazed my hand. There were a few seconds of silence when I tried to operate, and that was when another seared by my leg.

My good friends read my screams and the audio of the bullet and began calling: “Majed, Majed. People today, Majed is shot, Majed is shot!” I marvel now if the soldier read people cries and how he felt if he did.

I examined my leg and could see the bullet experienced passed straight by, producing a gap massive enough for me to set my finger in it and see the finger from the other facet. I could only crawl slowly and gradually. I ripped my denims and tried to tie the materials above the entrance wound to halt the blood till my good friends could reach me and have me immediately by the cloud of tear gasoline and rain of bullets.

My good friends struggled to lift me, so extra arrived to assist till we attained a secure length. I knew there was a chance that I may not be ready to stroll once more, but the imagined that weighed heaviest on my head in people moments was how my mom would respond. I hoped that my mothers and fathers were not seeing the neighborhood information and that they would not find out what experienced occurred to me till after I knew the extent of my personal injury.

But, of course, the information attained them almost promptly.

Yaser Murtaja, a photojournalist and a fantastic close friend who was tragically killed by Israeli stability forces during protests a 12 months later on, was with us. He was carrying his digital camera, his only weapon, and managed to doc every second. He took the photograph that accompanies this post.

My good friends managed to choose me in a tuk-tuk to a vehicle, which transported me to the healthcare facility. It was a ten-moment journey but it felt so significantly for a longer period. The suffering was excruciating and I held passing out.

At the healthcare facility, I could see my father’s reduction when the health professionals informed him I really should be ready to stroll once more in a few months. I spoke to my mom, who experienced fainted when she read that I experienced been shot, on the mobile phone. “It means you are alive and will be house shortly,” she informed me.

‘What would you say to the soldier who shot you?’

The bullet wound has still left me with lifelong complications. A smaller piece stays embedded in my poorly scarred leg and triggers muscle spasms. Final 12 months, I was unable to stroll for various days till health professionals in Germany, exactly where I am now primarily based, decided to have out two functions on my knee. I was in healthcare facility for 7 days, manufactured easier by the care of my good friends in Berlin.

These days I spend my time between Zurich and Berlin, performing with refugees and organisations like the Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions (BDS) movement.

“What would you say to the soldier who shot you?” I have questioned various good friends, to get them to think about being in my footwear. This dilemma has stayed with me and I have typically felt the urge to connect with this nameless soldier, to exhibit how his steps affected me.

I want to question: “How can it be so effortless to pull a induce aiming at another human body? Is it like actively playing a movie activity? Why did you shoot me when I was obviously a civilian who posed no risk? What does it choose to dehumanise me – and therefore oneself – in purchase to do so?”

I want to know: Does that soldier feel of my mothers and fathers? Has he ever needed to know who I am and whether or not I lived or died? Was he taking pictures to eliminate?

The minute a bullet pierced my leg was a single of the most traumatising of my everyday living. I know I am “lucky” to have survived, given the selection of protesters who have lost their lives in Gaza. But emotions still overwhelm me each time I recall that minute.

Along with two Israeli fellow users of the BDS movement, Majed Abusalama is now on trial in Germany on rates of trespass around the disruption of a talk by Aliza Lavie, an Israeli member of the Knesset, at Humboldt College in 2017.

The sights expressed in this post are the author’s individual and do not necessarily replicate Al Jazeera’s editorial stance.