Thoughts about the old country...
It has always been a "touchy" subject to talk about my life in Palestine. It is hard to describe life there, without getting into politics, and politics in that part of the world are ugly, to say the least. So as a disclaimer, I'd like to state that I've always been for peace, and if it was up to me, war would have ended years ago. I can't help but be a little more sympathetic for my relatives,who still live in Palestine, and be somewhat more influenced by their thoughts and opinions.But above all, I believe in human rights, peace and equality.
Both of my parents, are from a small town called Beit Sahour (Beit in Arabic means house, and Sahour is vigilance). Beit Sahour is about 1 Km east of Bethlehem, with a population of about 15,400, of which 80% are Christians,and 20% are Muslims.
Set in one of the most beautiful parts of Palestine, the historic city of Beit Sahour lies to the east of Bethlehem and south-east of Jerusalem. The origins of the name Beit Sahour (the house of vigilance) reputedly stems from the Canaanite words "Beit" meaning place, and "Sahour" meaning night watch, which reflected the importance of the area for shepherds. The land provided their flocks with good grazing during the day and safety in the numerous caves at night.
The concept of selling a house in Beit Sahour is almost unheard of. Houses are inherited from one generation to the other in families. Families sharing a house is common as well. Weather it is a one story,or multiple stories, houses are generally big and practical, with plenty of room for big families to gather,eat and talk stories.
Here's a description of Palm Sunday,courtesy of Holy Transfiguration Monastery:
