In the Name of God, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful.
I spent most of the rest of the day processing the protest. Indeed, as I reflected upon it I remembered it being a rather intense scene. I tried to take my mind off of it by talking to a kid. Thankfully, Majd was around at the time. We were having a regular conversation when I interrupted him and asked if we could go to roof. Aware the sun’s light was weakening, I wanted to watch it set with all its glory. When we got upstairs, however, the sight was rather disheartening. The landscape of his village was breathtaking, for sure. It was the separation wall in the distance that destroyed the view. I looked at the land that could potentially belong to him. Then I decided to ask him a series of questions to better understand his perspectives on life and the conflict, even though they’re not exactly separate entities. In English that was barely broken, he maintained a very symbolic conversation. I started with the olive trees, as they were the first thing I could see. “Do those over there belong to your family?” I asked. “No, those are for my uncle,” he said. As I nodded my head, he turned to face me and said “He didn’t plant them though. My grandma did.” Without him having to convey his slight insinuation in candid words, I understood that he was subliminally telling me that they are literally rooted in his family’s heritage. (As if I didn’t already know that). He took me around to the other side from where we were standing and pointed to a small plant with much potential. “That one is mine,” he said with pride.
Lost in the sight of the land, I was taken back by the sound of children singing nearby. Elated to hear their laughter, I tried not to think about how many tears had fallen from the eyes that were presently abundant with joy. Despite conscious efforts, I kept thinking about why this wouldn’t be the norm. It led me to my next question. “How often do you see the soldiers?” I asked Majd. “The army comes here at night and arrests the boys. They arrested my dad fifteen times. They arrested my uncle when he goes to university,” he said. With his response lending itself to another question, I couldn’t help but ask- “Are you ever scared?” Looking into the distance he said “I don’t scared for anything. They have guns, but without guns they scared.” Out of a selfish want for him to elaborate, I repeated myself and said “Never?” Honored that he was opening up, he said “One time I was scared because the gas bomb made a circle around me, and then my face like when you eat pepper.” Not wanting to evoke bad memories, I was thankful when a bird soaring above captivated the attention of both of us. “Look,” he said as he pointed to the light sky. “The Palestinians like the bird in jail with Israelis,” he said. Embarrassed that I didn’t completely understand, I said “What do you mean?” He pointed to the enclosure holding back his birds. “What’s the meaning of this?” he said, as he pointed to the skinny bars. “Oh, cage,” I answered. “The birds in cage are like the man from Palestine in jail.”
Initiating a positive tone himself, he went on to say “I want to make Palestinian freedom.” Smiling with sincerity, not to mock his seriousness, I asked him how he planned to do so. “Being a businessman, the first one in Bil’in” he said. Adding also that after he was successful, he would take care of his property. Exchanging looks of approval, we both started to watch the last of the sun’s light in silence. It was then that he said “After night, the sun of freedom shines.” Taken back by his poetic statement, I stayed quiet and processed his words. When I evaluated their depth, I repeated them as they were said, “After night, the sun of freedom shines.” We sat there, him and I, as we watched the day transition into dark. And even though the sun was setting behind the wall, I was near the one with hope.
“And He will provide him from sources he never could imagine. And whosoever puts his trust in God, then He will suffice him. Verily, God will accomplish His purpose. Indeed God has set a measure for all things.” -The Qur’an 65:3
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on June 20, 2012