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Whats is the Difference between a political party saying we don't want foreigners to live in our country, and thy work hard to make there wish a true and do all there power to stop the Government kindness and do the best to send them back.
When a Political party, Disagree with some actions the government did, in there hypocrite Speech, and fake Campaigns, trying to show how nice they are !! then they are a fake
PARTY they are not suppose to Exist at all.
Whats is the Difference between a political party saying we don't want foreigners to live in our country, and thy work hard to make there wish a true and do all there power to stop the Government kindness and do the best to send them back to there countries, even to death no cares.
And a Political Party building there support in street from people who are in the middle, and people against sending people to death, calling for protection for all who
But with this Party they don't do or try to any thing more than talking, and when it comes to a real action or approve to step one step farther, the max thy do is a Anti Racist Campaign, trying to feel nice about themselves, were in reality they don't care about any others.
Well some or many ask here who i mean and what do i mean !! i completely understand and agree ! and here we go and may many wont like it, but its a fact no more.
FRP, is a political party who have only one interest regarding refugees, to kick them out to send them were they come from, and no cares at all what they hell there point why they come to Norway and how hard was for them to do it until here, and what is the fact or fate they are facing in case they got sent back, This Party, they Believe in some how some thing they are working on very hard to make it and do it and keep it and save it to not lose. its a matter of wine or lose, Be or not To be, we are no one else.
SV a political Party, who have some interest about so many cases, little in each field, coming from an idea of getting as much people as we can to be presented in the Parliament no matter what, even if they need to give up there Standards, and idolize they been following for ages, no matter if the Parliament want to bomb Libya or any where else, to keep there self in the matter of power, they agree.
in the matter of Refugees, they sounds like the most party having foreigners, in there members, to show how much they are nice to accept them, and to be more reliable to get more support from the several community's, in Norway that been integrated and there voice is powerful in any election, "and even in my case, they were interested to have me, as a single, voice and one person, since they have little hope that i will get to stay and then i will vote for them next time, i had the chance, me and many others.
Its Sounds like , Silly to talk about one voice, in a matter of so many here, but will say it in other way, the Political Party screaming and calling for the right of asylum to be protected who need it, they were showing how sad they are for people deported and how angry they are in there own government for this silly actions and injustice Decisions, they take.
But when its comes to there joyness and happiness and lovely tours in a country where they know some deported people face to face, where they are in a suppose to support this country, and realize the life in this country and how they suffer from the occupation, and injustice situation they are in. For no Reason they just act like they don't know us at all, and for the luck, i stay in Ramallah, in the same City where my Friends From SU the youth party of SV staying in Palestine, and i only for the sake of luck i see there photos in Facebook they show how happy they are drinking the Holly wine and lovely Taybeh beer in Palestine, taking photos freely in, and happy, where we are not allowed to be even at all because we are Palestinians we don't have an international passport, as they do.
In the other hand, some other who never meet us in Norway, they being not on the news, they didn't hold speeches about the Refugees rights, they didn't get in the screen in the name of the poor refugees, to show how nice they are, when they decide to Travel to Palestine, there first thought is , can we visit you, can we have your number, can we meet ? we are relay interested to see you and talk to you , to see how is your life so far, maybe we can have a coffee together.
BUT our Political heroes, they first thing they think about in wich street the rent there flat ? close to altyerh, Old ramallah, with a nice view, how much the beer and wine cost, and how we gonna spend our time in a nice way, who we gonna celebrate there Birthdays in Palestine, to have an excuse to be wasted, and drunk.
few months Before, they start ignore the people they know or they meet in Norway before, since this people deported back to Palestine so they have no interest to meet or hear or see them at all.
GOOD LUCK MY POLITICAL HEROES, i am not Talking about old ones who are in Parliament where they have no choice , i am talking about youth Political Friends, i were for some time a member and friend with them. they were sad for my Deportation as they said, or show, and after i get Deported i didn't hear from them at all, no even when they come TO RAMALLAH WHERE I LIVE RIGHT NOW.
Good bye ,,, and I promise this is my last time I say Good bye Sorry.
Can’t hold it any more, will not take this height any more into my shoulder it’s a heavy responsibility.
Yesterday I learned that is over and I can’t change it. Palestine has no place for me…
Norway throws me away and doesn’t want me or need me …
I may was not perfect and never meant to be...
But I did my best tried my max and it is the End…
You will Read this note and think that’s maybe I should had waited for a while longer because you believe its going to turn better...
I will tell you , I been born in 17.may 1986 since that day my life was never been Good, my Father changed my birthdate to not pay a fee of few shekel’s, Because he is a poor man.
Went to the garden before the school in one year by Force for many Reasons, went to the first class at school wearing nothing new and shared one shekel me and my 2 brothers.
My brothers don’t like me, feels sometimes they are ashamed of being my brothers.
In every time I get in trouble with the guys at school older than me that they beat me my brothers don’t stand by my side, they give me up for no Reasons beat me too and send me home.
Even though I was good at school, the second at my class for some years… never get attention from my family, Turned down and down until the class number 12. I didn’t make it in the high School.
For so many reasons I was not able to study … the Whole time full with a lot of troubles, at house.
Went to work and every shekel I get my family needs, and they needs more and more, every day until today.
2008 I went to study in acting school, political show our first ‘’ Animal Farm’’ more troubles and problems, and my life more screwed up…
2009 run away and went to:
The first Human country in the world, but when its come to me became they last human country in the world and threat me more than shit.
Forced to go back home ( even I don’t have home ) to my Death where I am now, jailed for 10 days for meeting the Palestinian Called ‘’ President Abbas ‘’ threated to be jailed for 1-3 years, but then been realized on bail of 1000 JD.
Called latter to the court, Asked help from Norway… they use their power in Palestine to drop the case officially… but the case been saved in official still up and never will be dropped.
I get my passport after around 6 months been denied my pass, because I insulted the president and the Prophet Mohammad as they said.
New Hate campaign and death threats, against me called me and calling me a spy and courage people to kill me… threats Phone calls.
Norway again looked into my case this time the media ‘’Dagen’’ : police said sorry, and all admit it’s a mistake but no one will clean up.
Went to other ways tried to get to turkey just to run out this shitty situation to be at least safe for few days until we find out how to solve it me and friends from Norway…
Didn’t work out, and can’t get the visa to Turkey.
And now it’s over.
I will give the money back to my friends
And I am in Palestine no Leave no Life…
Good bye ,,, and I promise this is my last time I say Good bye
Aaron Ara - Haroun Arrah
he Smiled or even laughed at me, and say its over boy, you are Leaving Norway with no return !! i didn't Believe him i kept my trust on my friends and my support group.
when the Government Decide to deport me , and Police took me , i was thinking so deep , about my life, i first thought i relay have allot of friends, and the
Government don't listen to them, and all this Action is not Accepted by all my friends, and all they want me to stay in Norway and not Leave.
when i were arrested in Trandum i had allot of thoughts again about it, and very time i got a visit from some one of my friends, and people Who Support me, i was feeling great and happy even in the middle of all the scary Shiitey time i was going through.
when i get Deported first few hours , Specially in the Police Car where they was talking to me and asking me for stuff to get into a conversation with me, while we waiting for the Plain time, a Police men asked me what is your plans, how you gonna do ? i answered him : i follow the Law i don't have plans to run away, i believe in my Lawyer and my friends they will do some thing to stop the illegal action you are doing now. he Smiled or even laughed at me, and say its over boy, you are Leaving Norway with no return !! i didn't Believe him i kept my trust on my friends and my support group.
then they moved me to the Airplane with that strange shity cuffs around my Leg, arms and stomach, heavy and hard to wake giving me the filing that i am an Animal going to the killing machine No More.
first i set in that set next to a 3 Police men, and then people started to go in, all they looking at me with that ugly look, i read all there eyes: some of it said : what the hell he did ? criminal, ugly animal,bad boy, garbage, dangerous!!! and some kids looked at me and there Eyes look like they think : why ? ooh No...
when i went into the Airplane i asked the stuff to tell the captain that i am here against my well, they say to me no you are not, i asked them again and again and then they told me ok we will tell him when we move, and they didn't want to listen to me any more, i started to speak so load and even scream Help Help, Help Help, please they are sending me to my home country where i will be threaten so hard and so bad, please Help me!! all they turn there faces away from me. and the Police men next to me put his hand on my mouth stooped me of talking and then he did some thing with this crazy cuffs made me Compressed i cant even breath to talk.
i arrived to the next Stop, and then its Over, police there is Cooperating with the Norwegian Police, and all agree that i am an Animal. Oslo >>>> Copenhagen >>>> Budapest >>> Amman >>>> and then into the Real action, the intelligence Jordanian Police started there turn fucking my Tie and shitting in my life, 8 hours of questioning. between 7 offices, i asked for Lawyer : the Officer said : don't think you still in Norway here No Lawyers and you have to answer.
Done in Amman and to the Border, the put me after my Papers is ready in a Public bus asked me for 3 JD and then, the buss driver give me my Passport and ID !!! and he told me: Listen man, they police asked me to Deliver this to the Israeli Army in the next side but since i am Palestinian so i rather given it to you not to them, remove the stick in your Passport and act Normally like others they will not take you to the Israeli intelligence.
I went inside the Border when the buss arrived there, and while i was Waiting, an Israeli Army with his M16 point on me and asked me hey you !! where you coming from" in Hebrew Language" People translate for me i answered Him back in English my favorite Language " From Norway" he repeat back (from Norvegia aah nervegia) ... yes this Accent..i said yes, he asked me for my Passport, i show my Palestinian one i got from the Driver, he looked at me from up to Down and Down to Up, and said with no care any more, OK wait in the line. (( he thought i am not an Arab man, Specially with my Long hair and careless Clothes.
the Solder in the Border who took the passports to cheek it Said to me : Nice Hair in the Picture whey you Cut it ? i said it will come back ! he smiled and says go..., Next Window and angry Women solder asked me where is your Tasreekh (permission) i said i don't have i just come back from Norway and this is a new Passport, she said wait went into the Office and asked her Boss then she come back after few minutes and said : You Can go.
Real Real Action, i arrived To the Palestinian Border Now, Police Men setting on his office small window asked me for my Passport i give it to him, he said in his Phone : Expected number :137 arrived, another officer arrived and took me with him he were so angry and serious looks like i did a serious issue or even crime.
Next Part Soon Thank you all for Reading , and thanks for all friends who Helped Me. and thanks for all who still trying To Help.
Story Of Aaron Ara ( Haroun) Interview By: Bjarne Benjaminsen 5 PArts, this is the Part number 2... More info Contact : Aaronnorge@gmail.com
Story Of Aaron Ara ( Haroun)
Interview By: Bjarne Benjaminsen
To Be Continued .... Follow To Part Number 3.
Story Of Aaron Ara ( Haroun) Interview By: Bjarne Benjaminsen 5 PArts, this is the Part number 1... More info Contact : Aaronnorge@gmail.com
Story Of Aaron Ara ( Haroun)
Interview By: Bjarne Benjaminsen
To Be Continued .... Follow To Part Number 2.
Jeg stod ved døren til bestefar. Jeg gråt og skrek: «Nei jeg vil ikke gå!»
Jeg husker ingenting fra livet mitt hjemme før denne dagen. Jeg hadde det fint og tilbrakte det meste av tiden sammen med bestemor og bestefar. De var snille og hyggelige mennesker som ofte beskyttet meg mot avstraffelsene fra resten av familien min. Alle barna hjemme skulle straffes; blant annet hver gang vi gikk ut på gaten eller spiste noe uten tillatelse fra foreldrene våre.
De fortalte meg at jeg skulle begynne i barnehagen. Jeg likte det ikke; jeg ville heller være hjemme, så jeg sa nei. Det var dumt å si nei. Min mor tvang meg til å gå den morgenen og tok meg med mot min vilje. Jeg stod ved døren til bestefar. Jeg gråt og skrek: «Nei jeg vil ikke gå!». Min mor svarte med hendene; ved å slå meg. Hvor enn hun kunne. Mens hun skrek til meg: «Du skal gå! Ditt dumme dyr!" Hun bar meg ut ytterdøren hjemme og drog meg med til barnehagen. Jeg gråt hele veien. Da vi ankom barnehagen møtte vi en lærer som het Awatef, og min mor forlot meg.
Jeg ville ikke vente. Jeg løp bort, men de fulgte etter meg. De var mange, men ingen er raskere enn en redd liten gutt som bare vil være hjemme. Redd for å bli fanget igjen løp jeg hele veien hjem, sliten og redd. Etter bare noen minutter fikk min mor nyhetene; jeg hadde rømt fra barnehagen. Både min mor og min far straffet meg, og jeg ble fritt vilt for brødrene mine.
Det som skjedde denne dagen betydde at jeg var slem og fortjente å bli dårlig behandlet av alle.
Jeg var seks år gammel.
I was next to my grandfather´s door, crying and screaming: "No! No! I don´t want to go!"
I remember nothing about my life at home, before this day. It was nice, spending most time with my grandfather, and grandmother, they were nice and kind, protecting me most time from the punishments from my family. Every kid in our area were supposed to get it, when ever we got out in the street or we ate some thing without permission, from the mother or the father, at home.
They told me that I should start in kindergarten. I didnt like that, I said no, and wanted to be more at home. It was stupid to say no. My mother forced me to go in the morning, she took me with her. I was next to my grandfather´s door, crying and screaming: "No! No! I don´t want to go!" and my mother answering me with her hands, hitting me, where ever she could, screaming at me: "You should go! Stupid animal! " she carried me outside the main doors of our old home, and we went to the kindergarten. I did not stop crying the entire way, we arrive there, and we meet a teacher called Awatef, and my mother left me.
I didn´t wait. I ran away, they followed me. They were many, but no one can be faster than a scared kid who would love to be home. Afraid to be caught again, I ran all the way home, so tired and afraid but after a few minutes my mother is coming with the news: I had escaped the kindergarten. This caused my punishment from mother, father, and who ever among my brothers who would want be bad to me.
This meant, on this day I am the bad one, who deserve the allbad from all.
my age is six.
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En modig og åpen monolog, som utforsker hvordan unge palestinere ser på verden omkring dem. Den ser på hvordan Israels okkupasjon speiler seg selv i det palestinske samfunnet, og skaper en form for indre kaos, mens den ødelegger vennskap, familier, samfunn og stat. Også det Palestinske regimets undertrykkelse. En livsrytme som alltid er merket med den samme onde sirkel av fangenskap og undertrykkelse, det er nåværende situasjon.
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Forestilingen vil ta deg gjennom drømmene, frykten og marerittene som tvinger en ung palestiner til å stille spørsmålet ‘Hvem er vi?’ En viktig milepæl i kampen for å bryte øs fra de mange lagene av lenker som holder dem fengslet.
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A brave and open monologue exploring, how the young Palestinians view the world around them. It looks at how the Isreali occupation mirrors itself in Palestinian society creating an internal form of chaos, destroying friendship, family, society and state. A rhythm of life that is always marked with the same cruel cycle of entrapment and suppression that is this situation.
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The performance will take you through the dreams, fears and nightmares, that forces the young Palestinians to ask the question ‘Who are we?’. An important milestone in the struggle to break free from the many layers of chains that imprisons them.
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Before I reached the age of ten I witnessed my cousin being killed by a bomb; at close range I saw his blood and torned-off limbs.
I am originally from Jenin on the West Bank where I grew up in a large poor family consisting of 3 sisters, 3 brothers and my grandmother. Before I was born, my father was in an accident from which he lost the ability to walk; he fell down from a construction site. After the accident he spent a few months in the hospital in Jerusalem undergoing back surgery. Prior to this he had studied mechanics, and his dream was to open a mechanics shop. In order to save enough money to make his dream come true, he worked as a construction worker, and that is when the accident happened. However, rather than giving up, he learned electronics and started to fix TVs, radios and other electric devices. This is what he was doing at the time when he got married and my siblings and I were born.
Before I reached the age of ten I witnessed my cousin being killed by a bomb; at close range I saw his blood and torned-off limbs.
As my father got older and was no longer able to work, the responsibility to work and hence support the family fell on the boys in the family; on my brothers and myself. After four years of working my oldest brother got married and my second brother lost his job, leaving me the only person able to feed the large family. However, all this responsibility did not kill my hopes and dreams.
In 2oo2 the second Intifada started, and life in Jenin once again took a turn for the worse. Bombs everywhere. Death on every corner. Everyone were targeted by the Israeli army. As close friends were dying around me, I started counting them. When I reached five I had to stop for the sake of my own sanity. In the same period of time six of my cousins went to jail; three of them are still serving time, and two of these are serving multiple life sentences. All this encouraged me to leave the mainstream Intifada for the benefit of a cultural one, and hence get involved in the Palestinian political conflict. Not with guns and bombs, but with culture. I worked as a radio host and political activist. My involvement got deeper as I went to acting school with the Freedom Theatre in Jenin.
I protested against both the Palestinian government and the occupation with the same degree of energy. I believe that if I am against something because it is wrong, I should not unthinkingly take the opposing side. Likewise I do not agree with everyone who is against the same occupation as some of them are Nazis, fascists, dictators, extremists or represent bad governments and authorities such as Iran, Hamas or the Palestinian authorities. I find myself in the middle. I only fight for a free Palestine without an occupation and without extremist authorities. Palestine should be open for everyone; a country for all religions and all kinds of people. Everyone is welcome: Jews, Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus, atheists etc. I believe in a one-state solution with the aforementioned factors. Because of this ideological basis and these ideas I became a target for attacks.
In 2oo9, a few months before I left Palestine, I was held by the Palestinian authorities and questioned by various branches of the government. The interviews usually started at 8am and did not end till 8pm, and they often included beatings and other forms of physical attacks. It is hard to explain attacked me with sticks and chains. I was badly beaten and seriously injured. The Palestinian police arrived and arrested all of us. After some hours I was allowed to wash the blood off me, and then I was forced to sign a paper foregoing all my rights and letting the others go. The police officer did this so that they could legally release them. As I returned home later that day I received a death threat. I explained the situation to my theatre teacher, upon which he advised me to leave. After a long and difficult trip I arrived in Norway the story started over again.
I believed that the suffering would end and that the problems would be resolved once I arrived in Norway, but this was not the case. After six months I got my first rejection, and that made me not want to live anymore. I met with the lawyer offered by Utenriksdirektoratet and explained my case. Together we wrote an appeal in which we included any new information we thought could contribute. He did his job and I did mine. Unfortunately Utlendingsnemnda did not. I waited for almost a year, and during this time yet another friend was murdered: on April 4th 2o11, my teacher from Freedom Theatre was killed by a masked person; most likely for his involvement with the acting institution. This had me worry that I could suffer the same fate, so I informed UNE about the recent developments. Once again they ignored the information I provided, and after three months I received my second rejection. I feared being deported to Palestine and whatever awaited me there, so I moved to Oslo where I joined the Palestinian protest. For 6o days we were protesting during the day and sleeping at Blitzhuset during the night.
Then I got problems of a similar kind as I did back home. I had different beliefs and different views on culture and politics than my fellow Palestinians, and this caused some friction. For a month I left the rest of the group before I gave them another chance and moved in with them at the camp site by Jakobskirken from where we attempted to work for a common cause.
We still had our differences, but they accepted me because they needed me. Not for long, however. After three months the disagreements grew bigger, as did the political conflicts. When I was physically attacked by the others in the camp, I moved away and continued to fight for my own case online. I created a support group (Let Aaron stay in Norway - La Aaron bo i Norge). The group became popular and got increasingly more support. As more and more people joined, I realized that I need to introduce myself more thoroughly in order to give people a chance to know who and what they are supporting.
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Before I turned ten I saw that my cousin was killed by a bomb, and up close I saw his blood and his torn limbs.
Jeg er opprinnelig fra Jenin på Vestbredden hvor jeg vokste opp i en stor fattig familie bestående av tre søstre, tre brødre og min bestemor. Før jeg ble født var min far i en ulykke som fratok ham evnen til å gå; han falt ned fra en bygning under konstruksjon. Etter ulykken tilbrakte han noen måneder på sykehuset i Jerusalem hvor han gjennomgikk en ryggoperasjon. Før dette hadde han studert mekanikk, og hans drøm var å åpne et verksted. For å spare nok penger til å realisere drømmen, arbeidet han som anleggsarbeider, og det var da ulykken skjedde. Men snarere enn å gi opp, lærte han elektronikk og begynte å fikse TVer, radioer og andre elektriske enheter. Dette er hva han drev med på den tiden da han giftet seg og mine søsken og jeg ble født.
Før jeg fylte ti jeg var vitne til at min fetter ble drept av en bombe, og på nært hold så jeg hans blod og hans avrevne lemmer.
Ettersom min far ble eldre og med tiden ute av stand til å arbeide, falt ansvaret for å støtte familien på guttene i familien; på mine brødrene og meg selv. Etter fire års arbeid giftet min eldste bror seg, og min andre bror mistet jobben. På grunn av dette var jeg i en periode den eneste som var i stand til å brødfø den store familien. Men alt dette ansvaret drepte ikke mitt håp og mine drømmer.
I 2oo2 begynte den andre intifadaen, og livet i Jenin forandret seg til det verre. Bomber overalt. Død på hvert hjørne. Alle var utpekt som potensielle fiender av den israelske hæren. Mens nære venner døde rundt meg, begynte jeg å telle dem. Da jeg kom fem jeg måtte stoppe av hensyn til min egen forstand. I samme tidsrom havnet seks av mine fettere i fengsel; tre av dem soner fortsatt, og to av disse soner flere livstidsdommer. Alt dette oppmuntret meg til å forlate mainstream intifadaen til fordel for en kulturell intifada, og dermed ble jeg involvert i den palestinske politiske konflikten. Ikke med våpen og bomber, men med kultur. Jeg jobbet som radiovert og politisk aktivist. Mitt engasjement ble dypere da begynte på skuespillerutdannelse ved Freedom Theatre i Jenin.
Jeg protesterte mot den palestinske regjeringen og mot okkupasjonen med samme grad av energi. Jeg mener at hvis jeg er mot noe fordi det er galt, så burde jeg ikke ta motstanderens side uten å tenke meg om. Likeledes jeg ikke enig med alle som er mot den samme okkupasjonen; noen av dem er nazister, fascister, diktatorer, ekstremister eller representanter for urettmessige regjeringer og myndigheter som Iran, Hamas eller de palestinske myndighetene. Jeg befinner meg i midten. Jeg kjemper bare for et fritt Palestina uten okkupasjon og uten ekstremistiske myndigheter. Palestina bør være åpent for alle, et land for alle religioner og alle slags mennesker. Alle er velkomne: jøder, kristne, muslimer, buddhister, hinduer, ateister osv. Jeg tror på en en-statsløsning med de nevnte faktorer. På grunn av dette ideologiske grunnlaget og disse ideene ble jeg et mål for angrep.
I 2oo9, noen måneder før jeg forlot Palestina, ble jeg holdt av palestinske myndigheter og avhørt av ulike instanser. Intervjuene startet vanligvis rundt 8.oo og endte ikke før 2o.oo, og de inkluderte ofte slag og andre former for fysiske angrep. Det er vanskelig å forklare.
I juli 2oo9 ble jeg angrepet av fire palestinske militære med stokker og kjeder. Jeg ble dårlig slått og alvorlig skadet. De palestinske politiet arresterte oss alle. Etter noen timer fikk jeg vaske blodet av meg, og så ble jeg tvunget til å signere et dokument hvor jeg frasa meg alle mine rettigheter og lot de andre gå. Politibetjenten gjorde dette slik at de kunne slippe dem med loven på sin side. Da jeg kom hjem senere den dagen ble jeg truet på livet. Jeg forklarte situasjonen for min teaterlærer, hvorpå han rådet meg til å forlate landet. Etter en lang og vanskelig reise kom jeg i Norge 1. oktober 2oo9.
Her begynte historien på nytt igjen. Jeg trodde lidelsen skulle ende og at problemene ville løse når jeg kom til Norge, men den gang ei. Etter seks måneder fikk jeg mitt første avslag, noe som gjorde at jeg ikke ønsket å leve lenger. Jeg møtte med advokaten som ble tilbudt av Utenriksdirektoratet og forklarte min sak. Sammen skrev vi en klage der vi inkluderte noen nye opplysninger vi håpte kunne bidra. Han gjorde jobben sin og jeg gjorde mitt. Dessverre gjorde ikke Utlendingsnemnda sin jobb. Jeg ventet nesten et år, og i løpet av denne tiden ble nok en venn drept: 4. april 2o11, ble min lærer fra Freedom Theatre drept av en maskert person, mest sannsynlig for hans engasjement med teateret. Dette gjorde at jeg bekymret for å li samme skjebne, så jeg informerte UNE om den nyeste utviklingen. Nok en gang ignorerte de informasjonen jeg gav dem, og etter tre måneder fikk jeg mitt andre avslag. Jeg fryktet å bli deportert til Palestina og det som ventet meg der, så jeg flyttet til Oslo hvor jeg sluttet meg til den palestinske demonstrasjonen. I 6o dager protesterte vi om dagen og sov på Blitzhuset om natten.
Da fikk jeg problemer av lignende art som jeg hadde hatt hjemme i Palestina. Jeg hadde andre oppfatninger og andre syn på kultur og politikk enn mange andre palestinere, og dette forårsaket en del friksjon. I en måned bodde jeg borte fra resten av gruppen før jeg gav dem en ny sjanse og flyttet inn med dem i teltleiren ved Jakobskirken. Fra der forsøkte vi å arbeide sammen for en felles sak.
Vi hadde fortsatt våre problemer, men de aksepterte meg fordi de trengte meg. Dette varte imidlertid ikke lenge. Etter tre måneder ble uenighetene større, og det samme gjorde de politiske konfliktene. Da jeg ble fysisk angrepet av de andre i leiren, flyttet jeg vekk og fortsatte å kjempe for min egen sak via nettet. Jeg opprettet en støttegruppe (La Aaron opphold i Norge - La Aaron Bo i Norge). Gruppen ble populær og fikk stadig mer støtte. Ettersom flere og flere mennesker sluttet seg til den, innså jeg at jeg må presentere meg selv mer grundig for å gi folk en sjanse til å vite hvem og hva de støtter.
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