My heart belongs in the West Bank
I think if people know me my heart belongs in the West Bank and not so much here in Jerusalem. It is just my personal preference as most of my friends live in the West Bank.
Last night I had tears in my eyes as I googled Nablus, I should never have done that. I knew the places and remembered all the amazing times I have spent there and things I have done and people I know. Sitting in the rooftop with Mo and other friends and watching the Dabke in Balata and trying to join in and everybody laughing and having a great time.
I had one of the most miserable times of my life that night as I kept thinking over and over and over again. I do not care what the Israelies do to me but I care about my friends and I know they care about me.
The next day I walked through the Old City here in Jerusalem wearing my FREE PALESTINE T SHIRT and was attacked by one Israeli who tried to convince me he was not a zionist and invited me back to his home. I invited him in turn to come and have coffee with me but he refused as apparently the Arabs would kill him. What a nutcase. He then went on to ask if I was a Christian I in turn asked him why he cared what religion I was. His answer – GOD GIVE THIS LAND TO THE JEWS NOT THE PALESTINIANS AND SOMEBODY SHOULD TAKE THEM IN. I said out of all the people in the world they should know what it is like to be homeless and he started going on about the Holocaust. I told him that Israel had created a Palestinian Holocaust and one day people would be hunted down and tried as war criminals for the crimes they were committing here in Palestine.
Two soldiers came along and started making fun of the t shirt and I kept thinking of my three thousand shekels I would lose if I was arrested again. Well that thought went out the window after a couple of seconds and I told them exactly what I thought of them.
I told them to either put their guns down or give the Palestinians guns and have a fair fight. I then told them they were like women hiding behind a skirt because they were actually cowards. Also they were like rats in the night scurrying around in the dark. That soon took the smile of their faces as the Palestinians laughed at them and shouted ‘LOOK YOU ARE FRIGHTENED OF A WOMAN’. I could see the three thousand shekels disappearing and having to explain why to John when I walked off down the Old City shouting
FALESTINE HURRA, INSHALLA