This blog should be in Arabic, because it expresses my current state of mind within the ongoing farce. As if the deteriorated political situation and the daily killings of young people is not enough for this society.
It is scary to realize how much we humans can adapt to situations. How things that were impossible yesterday become normality today.
Each time I think of an awakening to this nation … I realize I am just hallucinating with my own aspirations of a desired change.
It is not coming …
When amid all the deaths … the bereaved atmosphere that overwhelms even the sky. The oppression and inequity that persist on us from all direction by the occupation … we still have time to be the greatest analysts of the new world order.
The tolls of deaths that are increasing each day in a society as small as this should be the only indicator that needs measurement at this time.
The society has left the occupation, the corruption, and decided it was the Egyptian novelist Yusuf Zeedan who will be responsible for any future Israeli control.
How come those norms are much more stronger than our very own lives?
How come there is this thirst to blood in this part of the universe with such intensity?
How come the mind is so closed when it comes to such religious pillars of nothing but historical mixture of myth and ideology?
How come education is not helping our society to open its mind to thinking? To accepting? To tolerance?
I felt it was a kind of obligation to defend the standpoint of Yusuf Zeedan that was used against him when he said that al Aqsa in Jerusalem is not the Aqsa that is mentioned in the Sura in the Quran.
Of course this very word can make a revolution in the Islamic world as a whole and it will be the reason for occupation in the Palestinian society.
No one tried to think further than that sentence. It was strictly locked into those words and nothing would ever move it and the man is scarred forever with blasphemy, Zionism, and whatever may come out of this radical reaction.
Whether Zeedan is right or wrong in his claim. The debate should be in proving him wrong or right .not attacking him. A man with his knowledge and contributions cannot be just a paid pen that throws words for fame here and there.
What is worse? That you really don’t need to surf and search to really hear his full point of view, especially when the attack on him by Palestinians ram all his life experience and knowledge on the issue.
This state of you is either with me or against me. That tribal clannish enrooted way of thinking is outrageous.
Each time one thinks that there is hope.
A generation of people who with education can make a difference.
All is ruined and gone to ashes in an instant an idea on religious believes is aroused. As if all our being is dependent on it.
People become ready to kill and sacrifice who ever uses a word outside the norms that are decided by those men of religion. Those who claim all the knowledge.
You cannot even discuss or question. You cannot show any sign of remorse or empathy with the “other” that is declared the criminal and the new sacrifice for our ignorance.
It reminds me of a paragraph in Yasmina Khadra’s novel “ swallows of Kabul” when the man was in the square and he passed by a “public stoning” to a woman who has sinned:
“He stretches out an arm like a sword toward the mummy. “This woman knew exactly what she was doing. The intoxication of lust turned her away from the path of the Lord. Today, the Lord turns His back on her. She has no right to His mercy, no right to the pity of the faithful. She has lived in dishonor; so shall she die.”
He stops to clear his throat, and then unfolds a sheet of paper amid the deafening silence.
“Allahu Akbar!” yells someone in the back of the crowd.
The mullah raises an imperious hand to silence the shouter. After reciting a verse from the Qur’an, he reads something that sounds like a judgment, returns the sheet of paper to an interior pocket of his vest, and at the end of a brief meditation proposes that his listeners arm themselves with stones. This is the signal. In an indescribable frenzy, the crowd rushes to the heaps of rocks placed in the square a few hours earlier for this very purpose. At once, a hail of projectiles falls upon the condemned woman, who, since she has been gagged, shivers under their impact without a cry. Mohsen picks up three stones and throws them at the target. Because of the tumult around him, the first two go astray, but on the third try he hits the victim flush on the head. In an access of unfathomable joy, he sees a red stain blossom at the spot where his stone has struck her. At the end of a minute, bloody and broken, the woman collapses and lies still. Her rigidity further galvanizes her executioners; their eyes rolled back, their mouths dripping saliva, they redouble their fury, as if trying to resuscitate their victim and thus prolong her torment. In their collective hysteria, convinced that they’re exorcising their own demons through those of the succubus, some of them fail to notice that the crushed body is no longer responding to their attacks and that the immolated, half-buried woman is lying lifeless on the ground, like a sack of abomination thrown to the vultures.”
Whether in Kabul, Cairo, Baghdad, Riyadh or Jerusalem … the mentality is the same mentality. A collective hysteria than moves the masses and blinds them into what the “mullah”, “mufti” whatever has dictated. And everyone holds a stone or in the Facebook world of today, throws a word and makes a sentence to confirm the execution of a man … a woman … anyone who stands for a right or a word of truth… confessing that he\she does not hold the access to the truth. Just someone who believes in the greatness of this existence and tries to make it a free space for the metal stoned mind..
The sorrow of the narrow mindedness … the intolerance… the ignorance makes me sorry for Zeedan and for all the free “Arab” souls in these lands