It is not typical for a voice to make you sob uncontrollably in despair the very moment you hear it – but five-year-old Hind Rajab's was a cruel exception.
From a very young age, I learnt that the place my ancestors lived, loved and even painstakingly planted olive trees in wasn't mine to be familiar with. The only stories about Palestine that my father or grandmother would tell me were prompted by my persistent questions, coaxed out over a cup of sage tea. Otherwise, the memories were simply too painful to bring up in casual conversation.
Still, the sound of news on the television filled my family's home every waking moment, taking in endless strikes, mass casualties and shaky ceasefires. It was no surprise when I eventually decided to go down the journalism route.
As I sat down to watch the UAE premiere of The Voice of Hind Rajab at Cinema Akil in Dubai's Alserkal Avenue on Thursday, I had one thought racing through my mind: I was about
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