Hi Anja
\nI miss you very much; This is a real experience that happened to me last week
\nI hope it would fit the weblog
\nYours
\nRamadan<\/p>\n
Palestinian Meaning of Love<\/strong><\/p>\n Everywhere in the world love has the same meaning and deals with the same Hi Anja I miss you very much; This is a real experience that happened to me last week I hope it would fit the weblog Yours Ramadan Palestinian Meaning of Love Everywhere in the world love has the same meaning … Lees verder
\nemotions. It is very clear for everyone in the world when to love and what
\nis it he or she are talking about. Actually, it is very very clear for us
\nas Palestinians what does it mean and how does it look like to love and to
\nbe loved, but it has a special taste and takes lots of efforts to digest
\nthis taste for non Palestinians. Because of this I choose to talk about it
\nand try to make it clear for the non Palestinians what is the definition of
\nlove for us Palestinians. It is very clear in an experience I went through
\nlast week. I went to visit a friend in Jabalia who lived very near to the
\narea that was attacked by the Israelis. This friend is one of my best
\nfriends and we love each others, the Palestinian way. He is actually 6
\nyears older than me, but we are still good friends. The first thing I
\nencountered in Jabalia was the black color that was covering all Jabalia
\n(black color means sadness). This time the black color was covering
\neverything in Jabalia, not only people were wearing black cloths. I went to
\nthe area where the tanks had been acting; I had to walk due to the destruction
\nof the infrastructure of Jabalia. I walked around 2 kilometers and I was
\nthere. No way, this was my first reaction, I was very shocked and I could
\nnot hide my tears. Nothing was there. No houses, not trees, no roads, it
\nlooked very much like a playground with lots of tanks marks. I tried to
\nrecognize the area where my friend used to be living and the house that I
\nhad spent lots of times in it, but it was impossible. My friend was not
\nthere, I did not tell him that I was coming. I could hardly recognize a
\npiece of his car that was thrown away and covered by sand. I walked
\ntowards it and there was a very big piece of wall also burried under the
\nsand. I moved it and tried to clear it, people asked me if I am looking for
\nsomething. I told them about my friend and they told me that I was exactly
\nstanding on top of his house. I kept digging like crazy in a try to find
\nthe doorbell and to reach the guests room where I used to meet with my
\nfriend. It was a surprise for me, I found a very nice red rose coming out
\nfrom in between the ruins. It was looking for help to reach for the
\nsunlight. This was the love I was talking about, the love of life. This
\nrose wanted to live and fought against everything to stay in connection with
\nthe land and with the sun. It showed me how great the Palestinian love is,
\nand the meaning of this rose to choose to live underneath the ruins. Oh my
\nGod, would you expect to see a rose rising there. I stood there for about
\nhalf an hour trying to understand what was going on with this rose. The
\nonly logical thing I came out with is that this is showing clearly the
\nmeaning of the Palestinian love of life and of this land. I also
\nencountered another manifestation of the Palestinian love which was the way
\nJabalia people acted after the attack. All people who lost their houses
\nare living now with their relatives or friends. Do you know how? Each
\nfamily in Gaza is on average about 7 members and the medium housing
\ncondition is about three small rooms. I will let you imagine it. Is not this a
\ndifferent taste of love?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"