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I met her 10 years ago in a miserable apartment belonging to her girlfriend in Jaffa, where she was taking shelter. Mohammed, her son, was 3 years old then, a boy with a black-and-blue mark on his forehead from banging his head on the floor. At the time, Mohammed wanted to go home, to his father in the Gaza Strip ‏(Ruhia’s second husband‏), but he was stuck here with his Israeli-born mother, Ruhia...