Sheikh Jarrah was one of the quietest and most elegant neighborhoods in Jerusalem. You could walk around at midday and hear nothing but the chirping of birds. The houses had small gardens and long walkways covered with grapevines, and the scent of jasmine, lemons, and oranges wafted from almost every home.
Now, the once pristine neighborhood has been transformed into a noisy area teeming with settlers who behave in ways that suggest that they are filled with hatred toward the neighborhood’s Palestinian residents and everything Arab.
“That’s why residents have chosen to stay in their homes, fearing they could lose them at any moment to Israeli settlers,” says Nasser Abd al-Hayy, 65, Palestinian resident of Sheikh Jarrah.1 “The neighborhood has lost everything beautiful, replaced by ruin and destruction,” he laments.


