LIVING DEAD

Experiencing love is a very strange feeling that we human cannot explain in terms of words, which indicates the functions of our brain and senses are more than what we can explain in terms of any known language.  Many research findings indicate a normal person uses on average 12% of the total brain cells or volume. This means there are lots of mysteries about the functions of human being.  To think about it, we are the essence of the latest evolution of life on this earth and yet what we know about ourselves mounts to a small water droplet in all ocean combined. I am not sure if anyone of us imagined another place outside our universe other than hell and heaven reported in most human religions.  Here is an example.  Let us think of thoughts of places and see how long does it take us to travel through the universe.  If I want to imagine any place on earth while I am sitting here in Northwest Arkansas, USA, it may take a fraction of a second. It just takes a fraction of a millisecond to think of the great wall in China or Mount Fuji in Japan. How long does it take to think of the moon or the sun?  With a blink of an eye one can imagine the sun and its location in the sky.  It takes about 8 minutes for the light to travel from the sun to the earth and yet we can think of it in less than a millisecond.  Our thoughts are much faster than even the fastest object known to human, which is the photon or the quanta of light.  If one continues in this manner, it may take a second or two to travel with our thoughts from the moon, to the sun, to the farthest planet in our solar system, to even the heart of our galaxy, the Milky Way.  To travel with our thoughts from earth to galaxies as far as several million light years may be outside the ability of our brain providing that we have to go step by step from where we stand on earth to the final unknown destination.

We can carry the argument about the universe known to us and beyond in a way that cannot be explained in terms of words and linguistic ability.  We also can carry the argument beyond this universe to another form of a universe that does not follow the laws of physics known to human, such as parallel universe, worm-holes, black-holes, etc.  Sometimes we stand helpless in front of unsolved problems even though the solutions may lie under our noses. There are countless stories about paranormal and metaphysics phenomena, and yet there is plenty of skepticism to go around about each one of them.  For example, out of body experience is unbelievable except to those who experience it.  I do find myself in many paradoxical situations that defy my intuition.  It appears to me all of what I have been doing until this moment appears to be connected to what I have done, experienced, thought of, witnessed, and subjected to during my childhood.  To me, I belong to my place of birth.  I live the moment of my childhood day in and day out and it will continue this way until the moment I die.  To me, I still live at my place of birth even though my body is thousands and thousands of miles away. I sense and feel the people who live in the town of my birth and yet most of them have no clues as of who I am and what I stand for. To them I do not exist and I am not the one who meant to be.  More or less like if someone lost a limp; cannot feel the limp, cannot sense it, or relate to the limp.

The earliest memories of mine go back to the time when I used to clinch to the side of my mother while she was gossiping with her female-fiends about religion and current affairs.  I recall in one afternoon the gossip was about a war between Egypt and Israel in 1956.  I was terrified and bewildered when I heard one lady was determined to through herself along with her children in a water cistern in case the Israelis arrived in town.   Way before this incident, I heard my mother talking to her peers about Heaven. Since that time, I was fascinated by the concept of Heaven.  I always looked up to the sky toward the North-East searching for the Heaven. I do not know why I kept looking to the North-East for the Heaven no matter where I lived on this Earth.  Recently, I was watching a TV program about ancient Egyptians. I was astonished to hear ancient Egyptians believed the Heaven is located in the North-East part of the sky.  Is this a coincident or there is a merit to what I believed in since my early childhood.

In addition to the North-East part of the sky and Heaven, I developed a very strong affinity to the land of Palestine and why we cannot go to cities mentioned to us so many times on a daily basis.  I recall my mother was talking about how many oranges she used to buy for the price of a dime.  I recall her talking about how delicious the Yafa oranges were! The resentment was building at a very young age as of why I cannot go to Yafa to see the orange trees. The years of elementary and junior high schools were flooded with classes and lessons about Palestine and Refugees.  The information about the catastrophe, even though I have not seen any of it at that age, was engraved in my bones.  I recall an incident after the 1967 war in which a teacher who was a refugee himself, talked to us about the Arabs should have accepted the partition of Palestine mandated by the United Nations in 1948.  I raised my hand I said “This is garbage.” He asked me to come to his office.  He expelled me from the school until I bring my father back to school with me.  This teacher was the principal of the school and we feared him.  I went to my mother and told her about what had happened.  She looked at me with madness in her eyes and said “Are you crazy?  Your father is illiterate, a goats-herder, and has the ability to talk only to a goat.  From where shall I get you a father who can talk to a principal?” To make the long story short, she found a neighbor who went with me to the principal.  The principal labeled me as a “disrespectful student.”  Since that incident I developed disrespect to anybody who believes Palestine should be partitioned and shared with Zionists.

The Palestinian catastrophe did not start in 1948.  It began when Theodor Herzl organized the Zionists as a movement in 1897.  This movement was firmed up with Balfour Declaration of 1917 (dated 2 November 1917), which was a formal statement of policy by the British government stating that “His Majesty’s government view with favour the establishment in Palestine of a national home for the Jewish people, and will use their best endeavours to facilitate the achievement of this object, it being clearly understood that nothing shall be done which may prejudice the civil and religious rights of existing non-Jewish communities in Palestine, or the rights and political status enjoyed by Jews in any other country.”  The long term strategy is to establish a Zionist state in Palestine surrounded by countries with their primary goal is to protect the Zionist state boarder. This strategy has been successful and accomplished by creating states ruled by tyrants and traders, which started in 1919 by Hashemite Emir Faisal who signed the Faisal–Weizmann Agreement. Faisal wrote: “We Arabs, especially the educated among us, look with the deepest sympathy on the Zionist movement. Our delegation here in Paris is fully acquainted with the proposals submitted yesterday by the Zionist organization to the Peace Conference, and we regard them as moderate and proper.”  The climax of the Palestinian catastrophe reached in 1948 when the United Nations established State of Israel in Palestine.

The hope of the Zionists is dashed away in the 63th anniversary of the Palestinian catastrophe when young and old people assembled at the borders of the occupied Palestine.  This new national movement and hope of the Palestinians return to their homes and villages are nourished by what I called the second Arab revolution started In Tunisia and Egypt.  It may take some time to reach the final goal of return, but for sure the turning point of the second Arab revolution is already in progress. It may take years or perhaps decades to rid of the tyrants and traders, but when that happened, the Zion of Israel will turn into a nightmare.

For us who live in the diaspora, we did not leave our place of birth and towns because it was our top priority in life. We left because we could not stand to commit suicide once a day. We left because our brains functioned at higher capacities to the point it was painful to see the agony and setbacks.  Living in diaspora, even though is excruciating, is our potion to relief the pain.  We are not living-dead to our people who still live in our places of birth.  We are alive and kicking.  When we go back, you will recognize us by the aching on our faces and by the diaspora robes we wore on the day of departure.  We will shed the diaspora robes we wore for so many years and dispose of them at the bottom of the ocean so no one else will ever wear them again.

We are still alive and the day of return for us is getting closer by every scream and shouts we hear on the Liberation Squares, Squares of Change, and the old allies of towns and cities. The catastrophe of May 15, 1948 has not been forgotten.  For those who are still living in our villages and towns, we are not living dead, we promise to return and if we are expired before that happened, we shall meet you in the North-East part of the sky.