My Grandfather Khalil

 by : Marcela Salman Manzur 

My desire to document his story made our paths cross so to speak , in that memorable instant when I was at his home in Beit Gala . i imagined him there , a young man walking around the path to the old olive trees I  had admired and touched . khalil walked through the same doors I entered when I visited his home more than a hundred years after his departure in 1904 .