Where the Streets Had a Name
Hayaat has been spending way too much time with her family. . . but it's not exactly something she can change. Hayaat and her family live in Bethlehem, Israel, where curfews force them all to stay inside, so Hayaat cannot escape her parents, lovesick sister Jihan, hyper brother Tariq, crying baby brother Mohammed, or her farting grandmother, Sitti Zeynab.
Sitti Zeynab lived in Jerusalem when she was young, but armed Israeli forces drove her family out. When she was finally able to return 19 years later, her home had been taken, the deed to her house meaningless. Sitti Zeynab would never be able to live in her Palestinian homeland or even be compensated for her home that was taken away.
When Sitti Zeynab collapses, Hayaat decides the only thing that can save her grandmother's life is a handful of soil from her old village in Jerusalem. Even though Jerusalem is only six miles away, it's not going to be easy. Besides the curfews, Hayaat will have to deal with military checkpoints, the travel permit system, and the impenetrable wall that divides the West Bank. Hayatt is determined to see her mission succeed, but will she be able to?
— Emily, Scholastic Booktalker