David felt his heart thundering as he squeezed Zain further, perhaps seeking comfort. "My parents used to love Palestinians, so they chose to live on their side, and not on the other side. They were not liked by the locals at first but not hated either. That’s historically understandable and logical. Despite not being too close to us, I was able to make some friends. Regardless of our different religions and backgrounds, we grew up together. We played, laughed, cried, ate and drank together. They helped me have a happy childhood, and they accepted me. My parents were gradually accepted by the locals too. Eventually, they started inviting us to some of the small parties they make. God, how they liked gatherings! God, how I hated crowded places! I would die from embarrassment each time.”
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