In the state of Israel’s early years, a number of parents in immigrant transit camps were told that their babies had died. Their families believe the babies were abducted by the Israeli authorities in the 1950s, and were illegally put up for adoption to childless Ashkenazi families, Jews of European descent. A younger generation is demanding answers.
«Last year I traveled to Israel to interview families who have been mired in what is known as the “Yemenite Children Affair,” where there were over 1,000 official reported cases of missing babies and toddlers, though some estimates from advocates are as high as 4,500. The children who disappeared were mostly from the Yemenite and other “Mizrahi” communities, an umbrella term coined in Israel for Jews from North Africa and the Middle East. While the Israeli government is trying to be more transparent about the disappearances, to this day, it denies that there were systematic abductions.» – MALIN FEZEHAI
a story i produced for visual reporter MALIN FEZEHAI is now online at THE NEW YORK TIMES. read about how during the last few decades henna ceremonies have regained popularity in israel’s yemenite jewish community, as an expression of pride in their heritage and traditions from yemen. “i am yemenite on both sides, and it’s a celebration of my wedding,” the bride, meyrav yehud, 24, said. “these are my roots.”
photos and words by MALIN FEZEHAI
so honored to work with malin on this article about the henna ceremonies of the yemeni communities in israel.
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‘as you are’ says the universe.
‘after…’ you answer.
‘as you are’ says the universe.
‘before…’ you answer.
‘as you are…’ says the universe.
‘how…’ you answer.
‘as you are.’ says the universe.
‘why…’ you answer.
you are happening now.
right at this moment
the thing that both keeps me alive
brings me to my knees.
you don’t even know how breathtaking you
as you are.’ says the universe through tears.
– NAYYIRAH WAHEED in “as you are | you are the prayer” in Nejma
tous les espoirs sont permis
point n shoot in ivory coast
downriver + wedding party
côte d’ivoire 2018
march in paris
by WARSAN SHIRE
“no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
and even then you carried the anthem under
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough
go home blacks
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
or the insults are easier
than your child body
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here”