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01 APR 2025
This journey began a year ago in the village of Rakhmeh, with the idea of creating a model farm and library—something that could serve the community and respond to their everyday needs. From there, the conversation grew: about food sovereignty, architectural sovereignty, and what it means to stay grounded and self-reliant under occupation.
Over time, we started hosting weekly building workshops at Nabat Farm in northern Palestine, reclaiming connections between the south and north—bringing together farming and building.
In the Naqab and across much of the farmland up north, villages are often built using imported styrofoam panels. But we kept asking: could it really be that we don’t have a local alternative?
In this quiet space, surrounded by its colors and sounds, and alongside a group of passionate people, we developed valuable knowledge—technical, practical, and collective.
At the same time, we realized—or perhaps admitted—that this path we’re on, building with palm fronds and fibers, isn’t for everyone. It’s demanding. It takes time.
But this work isn’t about the material alone. It’s about the act of making, about learning, about asking what happens when we build with what’s already around us—outside the cycles of dependency and delay.
It’s a way of building awareness, stretching imagination. An experiment that reawakens what has long been dormant.
And with each palm frond that touches the ground, this imagination deepens.

هذه الحركة نحو ذلك الشيء تخلق اتّساقًا بداخلك # تحت الستار الهادئ، تتحول القوة إلى هشاشة، تتحول الرجولة المرتعبة إلى سطح من ضوء # هل سقيتُم أرضَكَم بما يكفي لتزهر؟ هل قطعتُ الجدولَ باكرًا؟ هل بقيت نافذتِكم تطلُّ على بدايات ميتة؟ إياكم وخضراء الدمن #
























