Palestine, My Love

During the Eid break I took a trip to Palestine. Silly me I didnt blog every day while I was there :( so I'm just going to blog about a few stories.


Jerusalem ( Occupied Palestine)


Jerusalem ( Occupied Palestine)
I was shot ( with a BB gun but still! lol), frisked, bumped with an M 16,and interrogated. The whole time I was there I just kept getting this queasy feeling in my stomach. It was like I was in the Twilight Zone, with all of these people walking about like everything was fine, the Israeli’s walking around like they'd had this land for ages, like the spirits of those they'd killed to be there did not exist, but I felt them and the haunting sound of injustice whistled through the streets. I was angry. I did not want to be there, did not want to spend any money, and longed to spit on the ground that the Israeli soldiers walked on, but alas my sweet tooth screamed louder than my silent boycott and I bounced into a chique little frozen yogurt store. While paying I dropped a coin and before I could bend down to pick it up a six foot, grim looking, Israeli soldier, with a giant gun hanging by his side quickly swooped down and handed it to me with a smile. That little act of kindness instantly caused a " Crisis of Conscience", added a huge glob of grey into the "black and white" mindset that I'd created for the whole Palestinian conflict, suddenly the green suited gun tooting monsters suddenly seemed... human. Now, you may be wondering why I felt so strongly against the Israelis. I was staying with a Palestinian family who told me stories of their personal horror's they'd seen and encountered with Israelis. The Uncle even went as far to show me the bullet scar that he has in his forehead that he got one day just walking to church and my friend began to tear when recalling a time when she was hit with a gas bomb... so yea call me biased.