There was a time, not too long ago, that I found myself working in a supermarket. Places like these serve as the quintessential platform that depicts the good relations between all segments of Israeli society. It is here where Arabs and Jews of all denominations work together and get along in the best of ways. That is, without the thought of being different and consciously attempting to get along, because we are a mixture of Jew, Arab, Muslim, Christian, Ashkenazi, Sephardi, Ethiopian, religious, and secular; from the territories, or from East Jerusalem and Ramle. We are simply interacting at work as people. When disputes arise, they are disputes between people, and when we sit to have lunch together, or joke together, that’s all it is. Eating and laughing together. When people stop overthinking their differences in an effort to be inclusive, the world will be a more balanced place. When people simply be, life will be so much more harmonious.
Anyway, I deviate, since I actually would like to introduce you to Z, a proud Christian Arab with whom I worked. He’d constantly say to me, “I love you, friend,” and that’s about the extent of his English. Except for “very good.” EVERYTHING was “very good.” Even when it was not.
So here I was, looking for him, and someone said, “He’s gone to pray.”
But I thought he was Christian.
So later when I saw him, I asked: “Are you Christian or Muslim?”
“Both,” he said. “My father is Muslim and my mother is Christian.”
“And you practise both?”
“And my grandmother is Jewish.”
“On your mother’s side or your father’s side?”
“On my mother’s side.”
And that is how I found out that we had a three-in-one employee.