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A review by walidn_2001
Mornings in Jenin by Susan Abulhawa
5.0
I’ve never written a book review on here before, but I couldn’t stay silent after reading this.
Mornings in Jenin shook something loose in me. It made me feel things I didn’t know I was still capable of feeling. It’s a devastatingly powerful book; unflinching in its portrayal of injustice, yet deeply humane in its telling of Palestinian lives. Lives that, heartbreakingly, are so often stripped of their humanity depending on where you're born.
Susan Abulhawa’s storytelling is masterful. The way she moves between first and third person isn’t just stylistic. It gives each scene the emotional weight it deserves, letting us feel history not just as facts, but as lived experience.
Since the genocide in Gaza began, and with the Israeli invasion of my home country, Lebanon, I haven’t been able to cry. My heart has been heavy, but my body wouldn’t let the tears come. Until this book. By the end, I was weeping uncontrollably. It cracked something open in me, and I couldn’t stop.
Thank you, Susan, for this gift of a book. I hope everyone reads it; not just to understand what Palestinians have endured since the 1940s, but to feel it. To witness it with open eyes and open hearts.
Mornings in Jenin shook something loose in me. It made me feel things I didn’t know I was still capable of feeling. It’s a devastatingly powerful book; unflinching in its portrayal of injustice, yet deeply humane in its telling of Palestinian lives. Lives that, heartbreakingly, are so often stripped of their humanity depending on where you're born.
Susan Abulhawa’s storytelling is masterful. The way she moves between first and third person isn’t just stylistic. It gives each scene the emotional weight it deserves, letting us feel history not just as facts, but as lived experience.
Since the genocide in Gaza began, and with the Israeli invasion of my home country, Lebanon, I haven’t been able to cry. My heart has been heavy, but my body wouldn’t let the tears come. Until this book. By the end, I was weeping uncontrollably. It cracked something open in me, and I couldn’t stop.
Thank you, Susan, for this gift of a book. I hope everyone reads it; not just to understand what Palestinians have endured since the 1940s, but to feel it. To witness it with open eyes and open hearts.