A couple of months ago I saw this cheap ticket to Israel on the internet and told my mom that I want to go there. And she thought that I was nuts! So she started calling her friends immediately just to tell them that I was nuts. Luckily, after the 10th call, one of her friends was wise enough to tell her to leave me alone. Anyway, in the end she was convinced but guess what? She said she will come with me too.
Okay, to be honest I didn’t really know a lot about Israel. But at least, as a Muslim(!) I knew that something unusual was awaiting me. I had a lot to learn. All in all, I was going to the holiest land in the universe and I had to be well prepeared for it.
So, let me give you a little info about this old town in Jerusalem. In this tiny little are which is only 1 km², Christians, Muslims, Armenians and obviously Jews are living together. And there aren’t actually any signs that shows you in which neighbourhood you are. It’s just one minute you are seeing people with their ‘kippah’ on their head and another minute a priest appears with his cross in front of you.
But guess what! It was really easy to distinguish the Muslim quarter as it was a mess. One of the main rules of being a Muslim is to be clean but yet again I was seeing those trashes all around those little cobble stoned streets. I just wish that people knew the difference between Islam and Arabic culture. What I had in front of me was obviously a part of the Arabic culture but in the end those are mostly the same things for people out there. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot… those kids running around all the time. Can somebody stop Muslims from multiplying this much ???
Anyway, let’s talk a little bit about the Armenian quarter. A lot of people do not even know that they have a quarter but yes they do. And I read a lot of things about this quarter. Well, according to ‘some’ people I had to be careful as a Turk because I would not be welcomed there. You know what, I am really bored of this kind of prejeduces. Okay, I won’t hide the fact that a poster was all around the Armenian quarter. A poster which was about the genocide and had a map of Turkey on it. I admit that it made me feel soo bad but those people were really nice to us. As a matter of fact, we were actually nearly kicked out from a store in the Muslim quarter just because we were not Muslim enough.
Jerusalem, was the place where taught me that peace between the religions may be possible. Well, at this point I have to give credit to my mom who cried like a Jew in the Western wall and also prayed like a Christian next to Jesus’s tomb. At the end, it did not really matter who or what we believed into.The only thing that mattered was having a faith inside.