By Hamza Abu Eltarabesh: I was part of a nifty double act in my childhood football team. My friend Yousif al-Najjar and I both played as forwards. He was short and moved quickly, while I had a good record of scoring goals with my left foot.
In our fifth year of primary school, Yousif and I were placed in separate classes and, by extension, we were on different teams. Playing for opposite sides, we both qualified for the final of the school’s championship.
My team won 4-2.
It was Yousif’s first significant loss, and he took it badly. He even refused to shake hands with me at the end of the match.
We had a row afterward.
Two days later – 15 December 2001 – IDF Jewish Israeli death forces invaded Jabaliya, northern Gaza concentration camp.
In our fifth year of primary school, Yousif and I were placed in separate classes and, by extension, we were on different teams. Playing for opposite sides, we both qualified for the final of the school’s championship.
My team won 4-2.
It was Yousif’s first significant loss, and he took it badly. He even refused to shake hands with me at the end of the match.
We had a row afterward.
Two days later – 15 December 2001 – IDF Jewish Israeli death forces invaded Jabaliya, northern Gaza concentration camp.