Peace in The Middle East


I invited two of my friends – Naru, an Israeli, and Nadia Khan, a Lebanese – to my small apartment last week. They work together and their children go to the same school. Naru
and Nadia were holding hands and their children were playing and
laughing together. We went to the market near my apartment and prayed
for peace in the Middle East.

Both of my friends expressed to me how they felt that the war and
terrorism in the Middle East region is not acceptable. They personally
wanted to establish love and companionship with each other. They shared
their feelings about how they love America and America’s freedom. They
believe the United States can help bring peace to the Middle East and
that the United States always looking for ways to help encourage peace.  I joined my hands with them and, together, we prayed for tolerance, freedom, peace and love.

Nadia told me a story. “My son was playing outside. He stopped all of
a sudden and, shouting and shrieking, ran into my house. He looked
frightened. Somehow, he knows that, at any time, something strange can
happen. Although my son’s mind didn’t draw any definite conclusions, he
understood some uncomfortable reality, which made him extremely scared.
“At that time, Hezbollah had attacked, firing a rocket nearby our
house. My son asked me, ‘Mother, are they going to do something like
they did a few days ago again?’ No sooner had my son expressed this than
I felt as if I was falling and began to look for my ten-year-old son
and nine-year-old daughter. My daughter hadn’t come back from school
yet. A chill ran down my spine. A girl at the threshold of youth, she
could be abducted and mistreated.”

Nadia, my Lebanese friend, also shared, “Kamala, I am full of love
for my family. But I told my husband several times not to talk of
violence, war and movements. Nice people never talk of such movements.
“My elder sister, while walking in the road, lost her life because of
an Israeli rocket and became a martyr together with her father. All the
days after that were almost vacant for me. From then on, my face became
pale and I was disturbed by even small incidents. But there were other
problems in front of me.

“On the one side, our family situation was insecure, as I had no
sources of income; on the other hand, I had to live for the future, for
my daughter and son. This thought, that I had to live, forced me to
compromise with the situation.”

I found that they, together with their families, both continue to
have ambitions, pleasurable dreams, and pain as well, to share with one
another, due to their similar experiences and losses. They continued to
smile and love each other fully. Their dreams are like the petals of
flowers, growing and scattered sweetly amongst their imaginations of
their happy and joyful lives now, together with their families. It was a
wonderful moment.

And yet elsewhere, what a deplorable day! In my home, I sat down
and switched on the radio. The news broadcast was talking about how the
most serious problem in the Middle East today and
how terrorism is increasing everyday. I watched as both of my
friends’ children played attentively in my apartment, without concern
for the situation, as they concentrated on their play.

I was overwhelmed with grief. All three of us were ready to promote peace and love. I know that, as women, we have this power.

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