GOODY TWO SHOES CAN'T SLEEP

GOODY TWO SHOES CAN'T SLEEP

I am not sure if it was my age or my brain that would not let me sleep.
Could it be my social justice leanings or my 'white privilege'.
The call to prayer was loud blasting from the local mosque.
Get up Goody and write about what is bothering you.

I am so agitated sleep evades me.
My mind is full of what I saw and experienced the afternoon before. My heart got shattered. My principals got challenged.

My husband, myself and two friends went on a fact finding mission for a Summer camp  to be held in about 6 weeks.

The potential camp location was suitable, the people were welcoming and friendly, the market shopping afterwards was fun, the shawarma was tasty and the knafeh was OUT OF THIS WORLD. Amazing views from a high mountain top added to the 'day out' feel. We even took some selfies.

So why can't I sleep? Why is my heart troubled so? Something is gnawing at my being and it will not go away.

The poverty of the city.
The effort of the people to carry on as normal.
The hopelessness.
The neglect.
Crowded water tanks atop crowded living spaces.
Amazing eyes that couldn't control their staring.
The burden of injustice carried by all.
My own privilege.
My own comfort Zone challenged.

In the Israel/ Palestine conflict I remembered Nablus and it's people have paid a high price especially in the second intifada, that price continues today. I am challenged to see if I played any part in it, if so how and what am I going to do about it.

A deep quietness descended on the living room last night, the inner struggle to respond to my friends request to help her with the camp in 6 weeks time. The challenge to 'walk the talk'.

Response : Nablus I will return.

# injustice # comfort zone# challenge # action#

 
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