A Little Taste of Philosophy

May 15, 2007

by Housewife4Palestine

Thinking back towards another anniversary of the Nakba and the time’s mostly in the kitchen when my mother use to get sad thinking about where she really came from. I still remember, the little tears she use to get in her eye’s wishing that the day would come; when she could go home.

She couldn’t understand living in a foreign country, why people had troubles understanding her even when she could speak the same language as the country she was living in. I must admit, of anyone in the family even that her and I became extremely close; I think partly because of this.

Over the years and even since her passing, I wondered this very idea. Until a few time’s here and there certain remarks of more compliment I think then anything, why people in the world may have troubles understanding us even though we may speak the same language as you and I Creteil this in the direction that many have expressed to me.

Even as a refugee, living in exile that most of us, not withstanding some who have became causalities of the war, are still deep rooted in our heritage and our religion. On this level, it has been considered that we think and speak on a more philosophical sphere. While this maybe unhandy at time’s, like I have even said a few times myself, I may speak the same language as you; but we are world’s apart in so many different directions.

While I know this probably will never change, I have always felt and still do, that people should appreciate these differences, instead of trying to destroy that which you do not understand.