"We always see the world better when we allow the mystery of our encounters to be unveiled."--Paulo Coelho
After a long, sometimes funny, sometimes absolutely insane month of living with a young, Christian Palestinian family with a collective zoo of relatives and two very active and animated young children, I packed up my two trusty duffle bags with wheels this morning and headed out into the heat of the day. A few weeks ago, I decided that I wanted to stay on another month in the West Bank. My belief is that the fellowship awaiting me in Jerusalem can wait. I'm getting more done here and seeing more things than I could possibly witness from afar. The view from the ivory tower may be more dazzling, but let's face it: Nothing can replace the real thing. Academia may inevitably kick me out for having my fair share of nitty-gritty, real world experiences, but, I am 100% certain it will still be there when I'm good and ready to return. As things stand, I may never have the opportunity to live and work in the West Bank again.
That said, I am moving in with a young Muslim family today. My new family lives in the Aida Refugee Camp, on the other side of Bethlehem, from where I am now living. I will spend the next 6 weeks there.
Ensha'Allah, it will be a complementary experience to what I have seen already.