Bread from Palestine

Good morning Middle East! Ya Allah today we woke up. We are alive! 

Two sanctified days ahead of us, to give us time to reflect on the question of how sacred is the "sanctity of life". Is the "enemy's" life less sacred than my own? 

When we think about ourselves, we always excuse our "doings "blaming our circumstances... But when it comes to the "enemy", or simply to "the other", we manage to make his/her "circumstances" disappear. The "other" becomes "plain evil". This happens on both sides...

It is "their problem". Why are they the way they are it is THEIR problem. Well... I am gonna give ourselves some news: it is not THEIR problem. It is OURS to, for t is affecting us. 

So if for a moment we can stop our predictable way of thinking and put ourselves in place of the other, may be we can even realize, that this reality we both managed to create, is holding us together in a way that is well worth sending a prayer to the "other side". It could be the start of our own salvation. 

Jumma Mubarak! Shabat Shalom!

صفحتنا فيها ريحة الوطـــن

Prawer Plan

Hey "Mr Prawer"...! Lets play you were the Bedouin and I came and bashed your home down? Took your camels to the zoo, and kubbehd up your goats? Eh...? You dont like the game? WE NEITHER! >:(

Find out about the Prawer Plan

Bedouin portrait - circa 1898 to 1914

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A Bedouin without his desert, is like a boat without a sea...

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Bedouins

Bring the poets and the philosophers into your governments! Save me oh L~rd from all these bureaucrats!  All these golden-tennis-shoes-kitsch-cheap-culture of frechot! 

Bring me back my bedouins and my poppies, the crystal pure waters of secret fountains! The clean night, without "intimate deodorants"! Bring me back the goats and the stallions! 

A man in the desert has the dignity of his desert. But you don't understand this. Your vulgar "culture" means nothing to me! It makes me sick. You think that you're so superior because you come from the city, you dwell amongst cables, like spiders on webs... but you know nothing about sipping the dew from the fresh air in the early mornings. You manipulate us, as if we were objects to be added to your pouches... "They are Jewish" you say, "they are Muslims" you say... But we... We are men! Men that saw the rising of your gods in a land you dispute like vultures!

Let me clean out of your greeds and your shuks! Let me have my bread, that I make with my own hands, let me have my coffee in peace! And please, go away. Everybody!! Get out of my land!! Go and do your crossed explosions somewhere else! You don't let me hear my stars...

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