#psychological-trauma

#psychological-trauma

Now working with MSF in Ireland, Mughessib recently reflected on what it means to leave everything behind: You have nothing but your clothes, a mobile phone, a charger, and some money. You're not allowed to take souvenirs of Palestine. Not even sand. When you cross the border, you realise you've lost everything ... My soul is there. My memories are there. My cat is there.

For Jeanitta McCabe, the word kneecap conjures not a rap trio on stage but a memory that plays in her head, unspooling again and again in a loop. It is the night of 13 September 1990 and she is a 10-year-old at home in bed in Newry, County Down, when Northern Ireland's Troubles come barrelling through the family's front door. Six to eight men in masks storm into the two-storey council house and march her father, Peter, into the kitchen.