I'm sitting at a restaurant in New York. I
hear a familiar accent coming from a young woman at the next table.
Her
child is smiling and staring at me.
I ask: "Where are you from?" She
says: "Jordan".
I respond: "Where in Jordan?" She answers:
"not really Jordan but a place called Rahmallah."
For the next hour we
talked of how Islamic Jihad is destroying the Middle East and how much
we both miss houmus.
The photo above is when I served as a
Humanitarian Officer in the IDF at a security checkpoint outside of
..... Rahmallah!
We must always try to build bridges, but be prepared for war.
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