Palm Sunday Road

“He’s coming,” Dalia said as she ran into her one room shack just outside the Jaffa Gate. “Hurry, we need to join the others.” Her mother wiped her dough-filled fingers on her apron. “What’s the rush? I’m trying to finish today’s bread. He’s just another religious...

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