When we started this blog, we had just come out of a war. Wounded and traumatized by the responses of our people and community, we decided to create this blog, a window to our pursuit of peace.
All tagged Hope
In my last post I reflected on Jerusalem Day, and as expected, it was a sight of aggression and provocation as young boys flooded the streets of the Old City with their yearly March of the Flags that always includes blatant racism and incitement that seem to be an intrinsic part of their celebration.
I try in vain to put my children to sleep amidst shouts of “Death to Arabs!” mixed with chants threatening homosexuals, mixed-race couples and anyone in relationship with Palestinians. The extremist right-wing group Lehava is staging a protest in response to a neighboring art gallery’s hosting activists to speak against the occupation.
I generally credit much of my ambition to my father. It is fairly deserved - my dad is a great dad and he instilled in me a sense of internal value and personal strength. He never taught me that my ability was tied to my gender and always said I could do anything I worked towards and could always do better.
I’ve been thinking what I can share with you in this new year. The past several weeks have been unusually difficult for me. Like most couples, my husband and I work very hard, pouring countless hours into our professions and into our family. When we go on vacation, we often go with our young children. This time, my husband I decided to take a trip alone, a short getaway to Paris.
I have recently had several interesting conversations with my adult daughter. Growing up in our home, she was exposed to a wide variety of people and learned to respect those from vastly different communities and cultures. Our home was always open, and over the years we had many guests. Meal times were often occasions of deep and interesting conversations. She internalized values of respect for others, fairness, kindness and a sensitivity to issues of justice and human rights.
I was born and raised in Bethlehem and I have never missed a Christmas in this special town. Christmas is dear to me for many different reasons. Despite the fact that we live under an occupation and I see land confiscated from my people regularly, despite the ongoing oppression where we are treated in discriminatory and even sub-human ways, I still have hope.
As someone who longs for and actively pursues peace, to join a march with thousands of women who share this passion was not much of a question for me. Despite never having taken part in a public march, this one, from the first time I heard about it seemed right. It was more than right; it was a hope-inspiring journey for me.
This month commemorates our second anniversary blogging together! Over the next few weeks we will share a series of posts looking back at what we wrote and what we loved. In this post, we’ll take a look at why each of us blogs and which post we liked writing best.
Hope, life, renewal, rebirth. These aren’t things we see much of these days with the ongoing violence and rhetoric of death. Honestly, things look pretty dismal both here and in many parts of the world. It seems the extremists are getting the stage, while the rest of us simply look on.