I am Al-Quds, you probably don’t know me or never heard of me. My English name is Jerusalem, they say I am sacred but I don’t feel so. I feel rather oppressed and raped without any sanctity, and my gates are not to keep anyone out, I feel more like a whore. My relatives dumped me, and those who took me don’t know anything about me they lost me and cried that I am dead. Then there are those who claim my ownership and that they have more right in me than others: like a slave, bought and sold. They changed the names of my roads, streets, and neighborhoods. Even the people and their names were changed. My natives suffered and are still suffering the worst. Some whose floors collapsed discovering cities running under their houses, others discovered that the houses they live in are not actually theirs, but most of them realized that they are just guests at their cousins.
Aside from that the jungle laws are applied among the natives: survival of the fittest. The tribe became the source of power to protect people, like the dark ages, and everyone is scared and feels unsecured, and so the tribe fills that void. That’s the situation no law applies, and the city is being emptied from it’s intellectuals and the situation only gets worse.
Now I want to briefly introduce some of my natives. Abu Maalouf is a man forbidden from travel and lives in a decent house open to all visitors, he is in his mid-fifties and has an amazing way of telling stories some are funny and some are sad. Abu Maalouf is always busy though he is unemployed, and he knows about me and my history more than anyone with titles or degrees who claims to represent me. Abu Hasan is an illiterate, he is in his early eighties sits at the coffee shop most of the time and has more wisdom that any of those claiming leadership of my natives.
Now you got to know me and heard some of my stories, tell them to those you know and let them know about me. Don’t forget me, my natives, or my stories, and always remember that my natives are more important than my stones and buildings, because if they were to be uprooted, I will become Yerushalayim. Promise that you will ask about me, stay in contact with me, and come and visit me if you can without paying attention to those who will call you names, I don’t want anything more from you.
P.S. Anyone who says that I have a twin sister living next to me is a liar, and all characters mentioned in this letter are real but names were changed to keep their privacy.
Thank you for listening to my story.
لأجلك يا مدينة الصلاة نُدون – Blog4Quds#
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