Category: Under the threshold (writing fragments)

The only time I witnessed a Jew holding the Kuffyeh The bus struggled up the narrow street in Silwan, it had privileged students: Palestinian and Jews just the same, in an attempt to be a Leftist initiative and show them the wrongdoings of the IDF in Jerusalem: the house annexations; the harassments; the dire living… Continue reading The bus in Silwan

I read the title twice out loud. It sounded weird- riveting i would dare say- something to grab the Modern reader’s attention. Success. Modern Art is without a doubt corrupt. This is my opinion. It has lost the essence of transcendence and beauty. Deconstruction has dismantled the rules and the outline for beautiful art. Anyone… Continue reading The incorruptible role of corrupted Modern Art

The mind is a chasm that separates day life and aspired life. The day life is filled with entities and words, such as occupation, Palestine, U.N, Knesset, Arabs…etc. The aspired life is of goodness, kindness, philanthropy, freedom, salvation and inner happiness. The fission is unbridgeable. It is easier to think in two parts of the… Continue reading Contemplation of faith and mind

When in the market, they’re practicing the mathematical skills of addition and multiply by calculating calories and carbs. When in a restaurant, they’re turning the menu to numbers and figures. When in reality, the majority of women (at the least the women that i know) are pushing the rock to the top of the mountain… Continue reading Sisyphus and Calories

“The verse in the wasteland. Arrange of different situations and different characters. It is impersonal. It is doesn’t relate clearly and specifically to the experience of an individual. Readers go in and out of reality. ..” It is a noon class, every Wednesday and Monday, we are kept from sleeping by the hoarse voice of… Continue reading The Wasteland in Class

Everytime I ask myself an existential question i write it down on a post-it note, i fold it into a tiny almost cube-shape then put it into a jar. I keep this jar on my desk, it’s a daily reminder of the human failure to answer these questions. It is rather MY own failure to… Continue reading Jar of Doubts

coming of age is not a complicated undertakng as some would like to claim, not it is a grand scheme that forges one’s path to higher awareness of the surrounding around.. No, I hereby confess to you that growing up is not about gaining knowledge about the world, history or philosophy. Coming of age is… Continue reading What does it mean to “grow up” ?

I started reading a book called “Sophie’s world- the history of Western philosophy”, our relationship has grown intimate, we’ve been inseparable for the past two weeks. So it wasn’t unusual to find me holding the book on the ride to Ramallah. It wasn’t a long ride, we drove through Modi’in which supposed to shorten the… Continue reading A Philosophy lesson in Ramallah