The city I love is in pain.
As night falls in Jerusalem (and still late afternoon here in my little corner of the US), there is unrest. There are people who are angry walking around. Some of them have their faces obscured so the people they attack wont know who they are.
Why? Why the anger? They have gotten part of what they wanted: no Jews can pray on the holiest site in Judaism. As much as it pains Jews that wish to pray on it, they cannot. Israel gave them what they said they wanted.
SO why they continued riots? What is the reason behind their anger? I could speculate: Abbas’ word inciting them, Hamas little social media campaign etc and so on, but I won’t. People who are much more talented at writing and more intelligent have/will write on those topics.
I now know what people mean when they write “Jerusalem Oh my beloved”
Jerusalem, oh how I pray for peace. I pray every night for that. I pray that the anger dissapates and is replaced with a calm.
I pray the angry people will realize that no one wants to take the mosque away. No one I know wants to burn it down, make the Muslims leave. They want to share it. I don’t get it: WHY DON’T THEY GET IT? I know, I know: some get it, and just want Israel destroyed.
Jerusalem, I so hope one day people can walk the streets of the Old City and be like it was before. People laughing. People living, People not in fear.
If I know Israelis and Palestinians like I think I do..that will happen very soon. To all who live there in the city I love but have never been to: STAY SAFE.
To the angry people: Stay safe. Use your anger for good. Use your anger constructively. Don’t destroy and maim and kill.
Jerusalem, oh my beloved!