In Jerusalem, once again …

Being in Jerusalem gives you that chill down your spine that no other place gives, nothing in that city is normal… everything is Just ultra special.. you can sense time stopped for a while and just gave everything that old never ending scent that you can’t describe… The colours… the sounds… the people… the history… the spirituality just takes you away… like no other that’s all you can say.

Being in Jerusalem once again was like a dream come true, me being a young Palestinian made it extremely difficult to get into my own most beloved city which is under the Israeli control. I can’t simply get my things and say I want to go, that used to be in the good old days. Now it’s a process of applying to permits from the Israeli side and praying to god they will give one to you. My last visit was on May 21st 2007… over a year ago…

Once you get into Jerusalem… you forget all the pains in the world… you forget all the aches in your mind, heart and soul… walking through the winding roads of the old city… with all those colours and scents rising like a portrait of surreal feelings that overwhelms you like a warm blanket of light on the darkest coldest night.


There is something indescribable about Jerusalem… It just not any place… it’s the place I’d chose to spend every minute of every day in. if I could only be a “Maqdesi” a son of Jerusalem.. just that is enough for me… walk the yards of Al Aqsa in the hours of day breaking … to see the sun become two on that golden dome… to get to the heights of heights as I let my eyes gaze the icons of the Church of Holy Sepulcher… that silhouette of dark and light…

If I could only be… a son of Jerusalem… a stone in the walls of Jerusalem… to live in the dream of Jerusalem… nothing more, it’s all I’ll ever ask for…