Hoda Sherif

A Palestinian writer’s love letter to her late grandmother

It’s 1967 in Nablus, Palestine. Every harvest season, Oraib Yaish, 14, and her mother plucked the small, sage-green fruits that fell onto the muddy soil beneath the olive trees just outside their makeshift home in the Balata refugee camp, in the Israel-occupied West Bank. Young Oraib and her mother...