A Palestinian Story
I was chatting with a couple I met today and discovered that the young man was Palestinian. "I'm part Palestinian myself!" I pronounced. Immediately there were smiles all around.
We exchanged the names of the villages from where our families come and, because he was so westernized as to be practically American, I asked him if he had ever been to Palestine. "Yes," he replied. "Last year."
"So was I! I went in August."
We began to trade stories of our respected experiences there. His story was very much my story and mine was his. We shared parallel experiences there and shared the same feelings about it all.
We exchanged the names of the villages from where our families come and, because he was so westernized as to be practically American, I asked him if he had ever been to Palestine. "Yes," he replied. "Last year."
"So was I! I went in August."
We began to trade stories of our respected experiences there. His story was very much my story and mine was his. We shared parallel experiences there and shared the same feelings about it all.