This week I became a grandfather

Despite the physical and political troubles, holding my granddaughter was enough to wash away a lot of the pain and anger and to renew the hope that one day we can all enjoy freedom.

Newborn baby [Illustrative] (photo credit: INIMAGE)
Newborn baby [Illustrative]
(photo credit: INIMAGE)
My eldest daughter just gave birth to a baby girl in Jerusalem; baby and mother are healthy and fine.
This piece of good news did not come so easily emotionally or politically, however.
For weeks, we have been hearing, seeing and talking to people about children in Gaza losing their lives, not because of natural causes, to accidents or earthquakes, but because of a gigantic, man-made disaster.
While our thoughts were with Gaza, the weeks leading to the birth of my first grandchild also had discriminatory bureaucratic problems that no expecting couple should have to go through. My daughter has an Israeli residency in Jerusalem.
When Israel occupied Palestinian territory in 1967, it unilaterally passed Israeli law onto east Jerusalem, giving its residents (including my family) permanent residency, but not automatic citizenship. This residency, however, can be lost if the center of any Palestinian Jerusalemite’s life ceases to be Jerusalem. So if a Jerusalemite lives outside Israel for a period of time, he or she loses their right to his own birthplace. Many Jerusalemites now can only come to their city as tourists.
To protect this right, my daughter, who married a young man from nearby Beit Jala, held two weddings, one in the West Bank for his family and one in Jerusalem, the latter to cement her rights in the holy city.
My daughter and son-in-law also face a housing/living problem. If they live outside Jerusalem, say in Bethlehem, she risks losing her permanent residency right in Jerusalem. However, if they live in Jerusalem, her husband cannot live with her unless he gets a permit, something that is not always given even in the case of a married couple.
In a bizarre ruling decades ago, the Israeli high court ruled that a married couple living together is not a human right, so my daughter lives in Jerusalem and her husband has to regularly try to get a permit to come to Jerusalem.
During Christmas and Easter, my son-in-law is able to stay with my daughter because the “benevolent” Israelis give most Palestinian Christians permits to visit Jerusalem for the religious holidays. But when he does not have a permit, he stays with his family in Beit Jala.
Our daughter faced another discriminatory problem. Even though she teaches in Jerusalem and pays taxes and national insurance, the hospital she was planning to give birth in, Hadassah, was unable until the last moment to approve her national insurance coverage.
The delivery of Israeli couples and Jerusalemites who pay national insurance is automatically covered.
However, if one of the parents is not from Israel or Jerusalem, the national insurance agents must approve the cost. To do so, Israeli agents make surprise inspections to ensure that the east Jerusalemite claiming to be covered is actually living in Jerusalem.
Agents often come in the early morning hours and even check to make sure that the bed is warm and that the refrigerator is being used, to be sure that the person is actually living in the Jerusalem house they claim as their residence.
The agents came one morning when my daughter Tamara was in her fifth month of pregnancy, but the hospital had not been informed that the cost of the birth would be covered until a few weeks before she gave birth. My daughter was told that if the approval was not given in time, she would have to pay and, hopefully, would get paid back once the approval arrived.
Our granddaughter Yasmine also does not automatically get an ID, because the father, Alaa, is from the West Bank.
Even though she just gave birth, Tamara needs to go to the often-overcrowded single east Jerusalem Interior Ministry office to apply for residency for the newborn.
It normally takes one to three months for the paperwork to be processed, which means that our daughter and granddaughter cannot travel anywhere until then.
While the above troubles are typical to many Palestinians in east Jerusalem, these discriminatory policies did not lessen our happiness. The newborn, Yamsine, has brought joy to our family, and despite the physical and political troubles, holding my granddaughter was enough to wash away a lot of the pain and anger and to renew the hope that one day we can all enjoy freedom, away from discrimination, occupation and killings.
This article originally appeared in the Jordan Times.