In memory of my parents, Zakia and Shoker Z"L
On Shabbat, they (Arab neighbours) (would) bring us tea. We didn’t…we (didn’t) make…tea, they (would) bring it to us. They (would) make it and bring it to us on Shabbat to the…to the house. And there was…at the end, before we left to…to come to Israel, I don’t know (if) my father…(installed) a tea brewer. (It was) forbidden to open the shop. And there was…a guard…in the…in the neighbourhood. ˁAwǧe (was the name of the neighbourhood). He (would) sit (and watch) at night, so that thieves wouldn’t come. He said to my father, “don’t be scared!”. My father’s shop was…leading to a house inside. He would…rent the shop, and from the shop (people would) go out to the house of (the person) he rented it from. He said to him, “don’t be scared!”. I…(the neighbour told my father) ”come at night…enter from there, from this house, and I…(will) guard…I will take care (so that) nobody comes…and removes…(comes) to take…(so that nobody) takes food.” We brought them (our possessions) to the house at night. (He) entered…my father entered…and we brought the things home. Every day we brought a little bit. Every day a little bit. We didn’t (have the opportunity to) sell (the) house, and we didn’t sell…nothing.