March, 2001
While Marthame watched the mechanic at work, two Palestinian soldiers pulled up and asked the mechanic questions about him: "Is he Jewish? A settler? An Israeli?"
Marthame's route took him down the Jordan Valley, which is where the brakes went out on the Citroen.
Even though it's only half an hour's drive from Zababdeh, no one here can make the trip these days because of the closures (many can't even get to Ramallah), so several times we have found ourselves couriers for various things, including medicine and birthday presents.
The event was not without its sobering moment, though, as moments were taken to remember the mothers who had lost children during the Intifada.
"I'm not allowed to tell you this," he said, "but the problem there is the Israeli settlers - not the Palestinians."
It's clear that a strong relationship of trust and mutual respect has been cultivated, as they discussed particular passage in the Qur'an and the Bible.
Today is the Jewish festival of Purim, which celebrates the liberation of the Jews in Persia from the evil Haman who sought to destroy them. It also celebrates the murder of the enemies of the Jews and the hanging of the sons of Haman. A reveler in the New City decided that the parallel held up between Haman and Arafat, and decided to let everyone know.
When we reached the split road of Kfar Darom, the bottleneck of Palestinian taxis was overwhelming. But even worse was the loud "boom" we heard as we passed the Israeli tank (at least one gun is always pointed at the traffic) - turned out to be from an airplane, probably, but not the noise you want to hear then.
The result is that most of the produce is simply rotting on the vine while people in Gaza City have none. Economic strangulation.
Today was the beginning of 'Eid al-Adha, the Muslim feast which celebrates the sparing of Ishmael (in the Qur'an, it is understood that Abraham took his firstborn - i.e. Ishmael not Isaac - to sacrifice) from the knife of Abraham, and marks the end of the season for pilgrimage to Mecca.
Our neighbor was headed down to the Gaza Strip to see his family and invited us to come along.
Hospitable, resourceful, and generous. So many stereotypes subverted in one moment. Here we were, the Americans whose tax dollars are contributing to their oppression. Here we were, with Israeli license plates. And here we were, Christians in a Muslim town. None of that mattered - we were people in need, and they came to our aid.
Since all of our building's telephones are in the name of our landlord, and since one person recently moved out without paying his phone bill, all of the lines were cut.