Dr. Halima Alaiyan schreibt: "Im Krieg 1948 bei der Staatsgründung Israels wurde ich als kleines Kind mit meiner Familie aus Palästina vertrieben. Wir fanden als Fremde Aufnahme in Ägypten. Nach meiner frühen Heirat lebte ich in Saudi-Arabien und später mit meinen drei Kindern bei der Familie meines Mannes im Flüchtlingslager in Gaza. 1966 folgte ich meinem Mann nach Deutschland, musste aber meine Kinder zurück lassen. Kurze Zeit danach brach in Gaza der "6-Tage-Krieg" aus. Jahre kämpfte ich darum, meine Kinder aus dem Kriegsgebiet nach Deutschland zu holen. Als mir dies endlich gelang, war ich glücklich - endlich Frieden und Freiheit, endlich eine Zukunft für meine Kinder.
Durch Nachtdienste im Krankenhaus und später als medizinisch technische Assistentin im Labor sorgte ich für das Einkommen meiner Familie. Nach dem erfolgreichen Medizinstudium meines Mannes trennten wir uns. Ich begann selbst Medizin zu studieren und sorgte weiterhin für meinen Lebensunterhalt und den meiner drei Kinder. Mein Sohn litt seit seinem 2. Lebensjahr an einer schweren Bluterkrankung (Thalassemia major), die täglicher Therapie in der Kinderklinik bedurfte. Von 1986 bis 1993 arbeitete ich als Oberärztin in der Orthopädischen Universitätsklinik des Saarlandes und später in eigener Praxis. Als mein Sohn Talat im Januar 1989 an den Folgen seiner langjährigen schweren Bluterkrankung starb, fasste ich den Entschluss, meine Autobiographie zu schreiben.
Im März 2003 nahm diese Idee mit meinem Buch "Vertreibung aus dem Paradies. Meine lange Flucht aus Palästina" Gestalt an. In Erinnerung an meinen Sohn gründete ich die Talat Alaiyan-Stiftung und deren Förderverein. Der Verkaufserlös des Buches fließt in die Stiftung zu Gunsten israelischer und palästinensischer Kinder, ein winziger Schritt, dem Frieden im "Heiligen Land" näher zu kommen.
Bitte helfen Sie mit, verhärtete Fronten in Palästina und Israel abzubauen, Versöhnung, Freundschaft und Frieden durch Begegnung und Aufklärung zu schaffen."
Dr. Halima Alaiyan writes: "During the 1948 war, when Israel was founded, my family and I were forced to leave our home in Palestine. We went to Egypt, where we were foreigners. I got married young and went with my husband to Saudi Arabia. Again, we were foreigners. My husband went to study medicine in Germany. He left the children and me with his parents in a refugee camp in Gaza. The United Nations set up this camp in 1948 for Palestinian refugees. Many former refugees still live there today.
In 1966, I joined my husband in Germany without our children. In 1967, war broke out in Gaza. Israel occupied Gaza and my children were caught in the middle of the war-torn region. Two years later I managed to save enough money to bring at least one of my children to Germany, my son Talat, who was already ill, terminally ill, at that time. My daughters, Tagrid and Gada, joined us later when I could afford it. I worked to earn money for my family and studied medicine at the same time. Later I specialized in orthopaedic surgery. My daughter got married and I started to work at the University of Saarland. In 1989, my son Talat died. In 2003, I wrote my biography and started the Talat Foundation and Charity.
During the 1948 war, when Israel was founded, my family and I were forced to leave our home in Palestine. We went to Egypt, where we were foreigners. I got married young and went with my husband to Saudi Arabia. Again, we were foreigners. My husband went to study medicine in Germany. He left the children and me with his parents in a refugee camp in Gaza. The United Nations set up this camp in 1948 for Palestinian refugees. Many former refugees still live there today.
In 1966, I joined my husband in Germany without our children. In 1967, war broke out in Gaza. Israel occupied Gaza and my children were caught in the middle of the war-torn region. Two years later I managed to save enough money to bring at least one of my children to Germany, my son Talat, who was already ill, terminally ill, at that time. My daughters, Tagrid and Gada, joined us later when I could afford it. I worked to earn money for my family and studied medicine at the same time. Later I specialized in orthopaedic surgery. My daughter got married and I started to work at the University of Saarland. In 1989, my son Talat died. In 2003, I wrote my biography and started the Talat Foundation and Charity.
Talat, my son, is no longer alive. Talat was a Palestinian boy. He and his two sisters grew up against the backdrop of war in Gaza, surrounded by fear, oppression, killing and rape. He never had a happy and safe childhood. I was fortunate enough to receive the opportunity to study medicine in Germany and prepare for a future worth living. I had to leave my children for a time. When I could afford to have them follow, I experienced the happiest time of my life.
In Germany, we finally found peace and freedom and a future for my children. But my son was very ill, incurably ill. At the University Hospital of Homburg-Saar, he was cared for over many years - a life of blood transfusions, infusions, hormones and operations. He spent countless days and nights in the hospital where he received not only medical care, but also emotional support. My son never lost his smile.
Please help destroy the border that perpetuates hatred and limits our humanity. With each small step, we will come closer to freedom. Children, wherever they are from, are our future.
