I come back to the lunch table and look around me at the plates full of endless amounts of food, red juicy tomatoes and glossy green rocca leaves. Steaming slices of grilled mozzarella cheese and deep fried kebbeh are followed by tender white fish, fatty meat and chicken mashewe.
I take one minute off and hesitate as I take the first bite of a hummus filled chunk of pita bread thinking about my hungry and thirsty people in Gaza. I chew slowly and think of how ironic this life can be: we are sitting here enjoying all the food one can ever dream of while 1.5 million individuals sit a few hundred kilometers away dying slowly of hunger and thirst, if they’re not already dead from the heavy Israeli shelling.
I snap myself out of my own thoughts to find the almost obese hypocrite sitting opposite to me reaching out in every direction for food. While chewing viciously on a heavily stuffed piece of kebbeh, he starts proposing solutions to the Palestinian-Israeli conflict with chunks of meat and pine nuts flying out of his full mouth here and there. I look up, with daring eyes and listen:
“Hamas is wrong. They do not know how to weigh it. They shouldn’t have started”.
“Look at the Palestinians in the camps here! They are happy! They have passports!!”
This “kebbeh” jargon is topped up when he finally asserts:
“The best solution to this whole problem is to join the West Bank with Jordan and Gaza with Egypt and enough with this headache!!”
I have never met someone so unaware of our cause in such a long time. The only thing that I can say to this fat hypocrite and many others like him is this:
It is just because of a slight twist in fate my friend that you ended up here living in high end neighborhoods of “goat-land”. It is this twist in fate that gave you a lot of money and a posh lifestyle. Look closely at your little black book; it states that you are Palestinian. Unfortunately, it doesn’t state that you are human because you’re not. You do not know how it feels to live the life of a refugee in a camp with a meaningless black/brown/blue book. We are all so ignorant.
So, please, I beg you to go on stuffing your big mouth with the fat lumps of your meaty kebbeh and shut up (!).
Amman
11.1.09
2 comments:
salam to Ghaza
It's same here is Egypt.. but with a more unhumane and vain nationalistic pride mingled within.
One thing I'm sure of: behind almost every Arabian fortune there is a crime, maybe a series of'em.
people tend to think with their bellies over here, otherwise the middle east would've looked really different.
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