As some of you might know, my dad went to volunteer as a surgeon in Gaza during the war. There, he managed to get in touch with his long lost nieces.   After the initial shock and excitement, we managed to build some bridges of friendship between us.   During this last year, we started talking… our timid talks soon became long sessions of discovery and sharing.   We talked for hours and hours over the phone, trying to catch up on the lost years.  Our conversations range from discussing family issues to comparing hair types!

 Last week, Eman  decided that she wanted to defy the Israeli embargo and travel all the way to receive The Carmignac Gestion Photojournalism Prize 2009  that she was awarded  for her  sensitive photos on the condition of Palestinian women, and for which she was awarded the judges’ Special Prize.

 “Fourteen candidates from eight different countries were short-listed from 76 entries (Including prominent figures such as Alex Majoli and Gilles Peress from Magnum). They were selected as much for their extremely well-researched projects as for outstanding quality of their photographs, demonstrating thoroughness in their work.

The Panel’s discussion focused first on the quality of the photographic work together with the photographer’s chosen approach and unique perspective. Next, they examined the originality of the written proposals and the capacity of each candidate to present a fresh and meaningful view.

At the end of a first round of very lively analysis, the work of three finalists offering differing approaches was singled out: Kai Wiedenhöfer from Germany, Eman Mohammed from Palestine and Lizzie Sadin from France.

In its discussions, the judges made special mention of the quality and sensitivity of the work of 22-year old Eman Mohammed on the condition of Palestinian women for which she was awarded the judges’ Special Prize.”  Elsewhere

Last week, my family was praying in anticipation as  Eman  tried to cross the borders to come and meet us. All her attempts have failed, leaving us disappointed and heartbroken.

I will not lose hope that one day the Israeli occupation will allow me to meet my lovely cousins. Till then I hope they would know how much I missed having them in my life, and how sad I feel whenever I realize the size of this lost opportunity.