Extended interview with 3 members of FAUDA the anarchist movement in Palestine part 2

Due to rapidly worsening israeli genocidal violence, including the arming of all israeli settlers, in the West Bank, we were unable to finish this interview, and hope to expand it in the future.

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For your information, I don't know much about academic studies. I have never done an interview before. I'm just a Palestinian woman engaged in and supporting my comrades in the Fauda anarchist movement. I was born into a Palestinian Muslim family. I have a brother who is 3 years older than me and a sister who is 4 years younger than me. In childhood, my life was normal and everything was good. But as soon as I became an adult, problems started with my father and brother. My personality was different from most of the girls around me. Originally, I couldn't bear to live in a cage. Here, if an Arab woman is born into a traditional family, she is usually obliged to stay at home (except in the case of exceptions and vows) and do household chores such as cooking, cleaning, sewing, and other things. But I didn't like these tasks. That's why usually, after I came back from school, I would go to see one of my friends who was an older girl than me and studying at the university. She painted wonderfully. That's why I fell in love with drawing too. I used to talk to her about everything. She was a very beautiful girl. I loved her with all my heart. That's why we always talked together about everything. But on the contrary, my relationships with my father and brother were getting worse day by day. I was living between two completely separate worlds. A world that I loved and adored with my friend, and a second world filled with hatred, orders, and prohibitions violating all the boundaries of my life and every little, private aspect of my life.

Imagine... I used to hear these sentences several times daily:

Do not wear these tight clothes

Why are you late?

Where were you?

Don't be friends with so-and-so.

Why are you wearing all this makeup?

Why do you make your voice soft when you speak?

And many similar questions that targeted all the private aspects of my life. I had nothing left that I could control for myself. I had nothing left until I personally decided what I waswilling to go through to get what I wanted out of life. All the affairs of my life were under the umbrella of control of my father and sometimes my brother. They were deciding what I should do, how to do it, when to do it, where to do it, and, and, and.. The only person I could talk to comfortably at home was my mother. My mother loved me, but she did not have the ability to stand up to my father or do anything for me. She too was a woman, but what did a woman have in this house? Nothing. I could go on but...I'll cut it short: One day I was at my friend's house and we were talking about her university. I don't know how the conversation got carried away to the topic of some of the young men at her university. She said that there are some young people who talk about freedom and liberation, and that human rights are the most important thing in this life, and she mentioned to me that they adopted some ideas called...anarchism.

This was my first encounter with anarchism. After weeks or months passed (I don't remember), I asked this friend of mine to introduce me to these young men, and that's how I got to know Fauda. Due to the difficult circumstances I was living in, I unfortunately did not study academic studies. But if feminism and anarchism mean that women have the right to determine their destiny in life and to choose their way of life, then I am a feminist and an anarchist. I cannot stand anything that puts me in cage and wants to determine for me how to live and what to do.