Articles &amp;amp; Opinions on the Recent Violence in Palestine

Posted on November 16, 2012 by Ariel

I feel so far removed from the Middle East now, yet at the same time inextricably connected. When I heard the news of the latest viagra online attacks I was overcome with sadness. I feel angry, helpless and as always, unimaginably frustrated by the stupidity

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of it all. I don’t have anything constructive to add to the debate right now, but felt the need to spread the word, so I compiled a few good reads&listens and added some ways to help at the bottom. I also received the following quote in an email from Jen Marlowe this morning that I’d like to share:

My colleague and dear friend Sami Al Jundi said best what I want most to say:
“My children will be safe only when your children know safetly, and your children will be safe only when my children know safety.”

But then, Sami corrected himself:
“Actually, there’s no such thing as my children and your children. There’s only our children.”

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Dinner at the No-Go's is Well-Intentioned But Misses the Mark

Posted on November 9, 2012 by Ariel

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It’s an interesting premise, and a well-intentioned project with a lot of potential. But, unfortunately, Orsini has missed the mark. The film’s format is on one hand very straightforward and on the other fairly illogical.

Each dinner party is introduced by the host, the menu explained, and all of the guests introduced by captions detailing their names, occupations, and religions. That’s where the regularity ends. The film lacks consistency and doesn’t make any attempt to Continue reading →

Been saying this for years:

Posted on October 24, 2012 by Audrey

One can be a Zionist and believe that the Jews constitute a people with the right to self-determination without believing that such self-determination must be implemented in an exclusivist religio-ethnic state like the one founded hastily by Russian Jewish Zionists in 1948. One can believe that the Jewish people’s right to self-determination cannot be implemented in Palestine at the expense of a Palestinian people’s right to self-determination and to live as a free people in their native land. And, of course, one can believe, as do many anti-Zionists, that Jews do not constitute a people with any right to national self-determination, but are rather a religio-ethnic community. All of these viewpoints are kosher. It is preposterous to label them “anti-Semitic.”

‘Nuff said.

Liveblogging foreign policy presidential debate.

Posted on October 22, 2012 by Audrey

Hey midthoughters, if anyone’s still out there.

I’ll be liveblogging tonight’s foreign policy presidential debate. It will be amazing. Real-time drinking instructions and more. Get ready! Bookmark this site, refresh, and stay tuned.

May Egypt's Democracy Grow as Strong as its Organic Cotton Production

Posted on May 25, 2012 by Ariel

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still essentially controlled by the ruling military council and lacking a concrete constitution. But, as Egypt’s democracy is suffering what I hope are only growing pains, it’s organic cotton industry is in full bloom.

Cotton is a crop that requires a lot of water and is often defended against pests by being doused with harsh chemicals that not only harm the environment, but are dangerous to the health of the cotton farmers. Egyptian cotton, long-revered as the best in the world due to the length of the fiber itself, was no exception.

Then, in 1977, Continue reading →

Historical Amnesia

Posted on May 25, 2012 by Shiri

About a year ago I was watching a young Israeli physician examine an Eritrean boy at the Physicians for Human Rights clinic. The sat looking at the ground as his cousin explained that he wasn’t sleeping at night, often waking up sweating in terror. He said the boy was wetting the bed and that he couldn’t keep his food down. When he was asked to get up and walk to the examination table, he wrapped both his hands around his thin right thigh and lifted- left, lift, right, left, lift, right. Only 13, he was thin and weak because of his trek across the Sinai desert. Along the way he was kidnapped and held captive for three months by a Bedouin criminal organization where he was tortured, deprived of food and water and forced to wait as his family in Eritrea was extorted of thousands of dollars. That day in the clinic, wearing donated clothes that hung off his frame, was his second day in Tel Aviv.
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Party Like It’s Saudi

Posted on April 2, 2012 by Audrey

I first saw M.I.A.’s Bad Girls video (directed by Romain Gavras) a couple months ago, and have been stewing since then to try to figure out why, exactly, I am so fascinated with it.

Sure, on the surface, it is visually enrapturing and musically infectious. It also has deeper layers: it hints at another side to the Middle East, beyond our stereotypical, media-fed images of women in burqas who aren’t allowed to drive. The music video is steeped in sexually charged dancing, beautiful women, fast cars; it’s like The Fast & the Furious, Persian Gulf edition.

From M.I.A.'s "Bad Girls" Video, 2012.

But aside from its sheer (and vast) entertainment value, why I am so enamored with this piece of pop culture? I finally figured it out: Bad Girls reflects my own relationship, as I imagine it, with the Middle East. A windy desert, fast cars, beautiful women, a carefree rockstar attitude that is surprisingly applicable across the region combined with a laissez-faire attitude towards money (assuming one has it), a whirlwind of adventuresomeness and an unmatched esprit de corps. Gavras captures this vibe and my fantastical memories perfectly, and makes me want to party like it’s Saudi.

When I watch it, I am reminded of nights partying at clubs in Amman, learning to belly dance from Arab women, both strangers and friends, outdoor neighborhood weddings with raucous music and highly charged and energetic dancing, bonfires on the beach with guitars and ritualized dances around fires in the middle of the desert, midnights on the Sinai with hashish and Stella, driving for hours across the Jordanian desert on a whim and starry nights filled with hookah smoke. Bad Girls captures the passion for aesthetics, for art and music, for glamour and image, for passion itself.

What Bad Girls show us is that the Middle East is, for all its problems and in a bizarre twist of fate, a place of absolute freedom; where devastatingly beautiful women can dance on hoods of cars and men can drag race through the desert in souped up European sports cars, at least metaphorically.

This is how I do, and how I want, to remember the Middle East. Go for the seduction, stay for the beauty, come back for that piece of yourself you left somewhere on the side of the road. Though we might read it as Orientalism, the Bad Girls video embodies at an erotic, mysterious, seductive truth about my Middle East. We can drape these truths in accusations of conservativeness, backwardness, primitiveness, or whatever is designated for “the Orient,” but as in Bad Girls, the Middle East I know is beautiful and irresistible. The video and my Middle East are an embodiment of everything prohibited by our own puritanical fears of the unknown, of desire, and of temptation. This is, I believe, fundamentally what Bad Girls is all about: it challenges us to find the freedom and the perfection in such an unfamiliar place.

Happy International Women's Day!

Posted on March 8, 2012 by Ariel

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It is accepted wisdom that the path to economic advancement is paved by women. When women make money, they invest it in their families, their children, and their communities. When men make money, well, sometimes they don’t. Empowering women means empowering societies. I don’t mean to sound all first-world paternalistic (or

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Speaking of awesome women, I’m dedicating this post to the awesomest woman I know: my mother, who bought a Global Girlfriends scarf last month and sent me an email about it. Here she is looking adorable:

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the community and create beautiful woven and embroidered products in the tradition of their ancestors. Rock on, ladies!

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The other dedication goes to the same women as last year: the brave and empowered Bedouin women of the Naqab who, in the face of home demolitions and political and economic obstacles, have formed organizations that support the community and create beautiful woven and embroidered products in the tradition of their ancestors. Rock on, ladies!

Forgotten

Posted on March 4, 2012 by Audrey

In a Middle East overwhelmed by war, politics, destruction, and conflict, it is easy to forget that it is, like any other, just a place where life goes on; people live, people grow, people die. Communities flourish and decline. People come and people go. Mired in the hellfire of media and politics, it is easy to overlook the simple truths about life in the Middle East.

: That there was civilization here before the advent of modern politics. Near Petra, Jordan.

: There is a long history here: the legacy of the Romans, and its permanence. Outsiders before modern times. Roman Amphitheater, Amman, Jordan.

: Even in modern cities, there was something here first. Original Haifa architecture, damaged and dwarfed by pervasive modernization. Wadi Salib, Haifa.

: That there are pilgrims who travel from every corner of the world to touch the history in these stones. Old City, Jerusalem.

: Those whose communities and families are torn between two warring nations. The Golan Heights.

: Those who, despite a life of faith, must always walk behind. Women's Balcony, Western Wall Cave, Jerusalem.

: That there are those who would put themselves in harm's way to defend a homeland they know of only from their dreams. Nabi Saleh.

: Those for whom modern boundaries mean little. Eastern Jordanian desert, between Amman and Baghdad.

: and that fruit still blooms in the desert. Irbid, Jordan.

: Those whose playground is composed of ancient alleys. Old City, Jerusalem.

: Those children who play in the winds of change. Bar Hai, Carmel, Haifa.

: That there are children whose homes are destroyed, victims of politics in which they have no part. Al-Araqib, Naqab.

: That soldiers are still children. Israel Train.

: and that such childhood is short-lived. Wadi Nisnas, Haifa.

: There are those who carry on the craftsmanship of their ancestors. Naqab.

: Those who keep alive the music and the culture of their ancestors. Terez Sliman concert, Akka.

: That poetry exists even in dark places. Haifa.

: That art is hidden in plain sight. Rainbow Street, Amman, Jordan.

: There are those who rap in protest, and those who listen in solidarity. DAM Concert, Fattoush, Ben Gurion St., Haifa.

: That despite everything, this day is just like any other day. Haifa.

: Against a backdrop of never-ending political gaming and war, life goes on as usual. A restaurant kitchen, Haifa.

: And that, inevitably, the end comes. Here, a moment of forgotten history. British WWI Cemetary, Haifa.

: There is a past, a present, and a future. Old City, Jerusalem.

The Power of Water

Posted on February 2, 2012 by Audrey

A comment on this blog recently suggested we discuss water issues: a loaded topic, to be sure. But I had been wanting to do a photo essay for some time, and this presented a wonderful opportunity.

So much of the Middle East’s regional identity, at least as an outsider, seems to be crafted or defined by the lack of water in its vast deserts. In media, pop culture, and history lessons, we hear far more about the significance of the desert than anything else. But all that the desert is for the Middle East, water is just as powerful of a socio-political and historical force.

I recall an evening in a popular café in downtown Amman—a city filled with Palestinian refugees and the children of Palestinian refugees and their children—when a group of elderly musicians struck up a set list of traditional Palestinian folk songs and ballads (for lack of a better description). They recalled a life next to the water, a life of fishing, exploration, and freedom. It was a life most of the audience had never known. The entire room was in or close to tears: not just for the turbulent national history it recalled, though that was certainly part of it, but also in mourning for the lost traditions of a life alongside the water.

As much as identity in the Middle East is defined by aridity, harshness, and desertification, as much as the harsh natural climate reflects the turbulent political climate, there is a distinct cultural calmness that reflects a deep abiding connection to water. Water everywhere exists just outside the conventional space-time continuum: water, at least in the Middle East, suggests promises of a better future, and it teases us with a better alternate reality.

People’s relationships with the water, and its role in crafting individual identities, is as varied as the presence of the scarce resource itself. Water is sustenance, a requirement of life, but it is also revenue and recreation. From surfing in Haifa to scuba-diving and snorkeling on the Sinai Peninsula, from both sides of the Jordan river to the Yarmouk River to the ever-dwindling Red Sea, the Tigris and Euphrates and the Nile delta, from sustenance to escapism, the Middle East is as much a story of water as it is of deserts.

: In Jordan, a small piece of land sits alongside a moment of water, whose importance was cemented many many years ago, here preserved in perpetuity or infinity, along the lines of contested territory. The golden sheen masks the torment around, thanks to the moment of water which has long since passed, and has protected this hallowed ground.

: Government buildings in Haifa are a tribute to geo-history: the sail-shaped building in the background houses the Ministry of Interior and other government agencies. Not visible, but sitting below it in the shape of a boat, are the Haifa District Courts. Built from near nothing in the 20th century, Haifa's architecture reflects the rich seafaring history of the region.

: In Sinai, the simple fact that architecture exists is thanks to the water. An impossible landscape is converted to a false oasis, a golden calf of financial gain or brief psychological respite from the harsher external realities: not a building off the shoreline is completed and lies in waste, a kilometer away people are living in tents, this land is bullet-ridden and blood-stained. Hiding behind the trellises and ornate lampposts is a truth, but perhaps one we'd rather not consider.

: A view of the Mediterranean from Haifa's Carmel offers serenity, peacefulness, fabricated elegance and modernity against a backdrop of gritty industrialism and hidden truths as the coast curves towards Akka and history lays itself bare.

: In Syria, water is an opportunity for industrialization and a necessary resource. People have been harnessing its power and potential for centuries through these water wheels. Now a tourist attraction, we are reminded that much of the Middle East has a long and fruitful relationship with water, and ought not in our collective mindset be relegated to the role of backdrop of "Lawrence of Arabia." (Photo: Ariel Azoff)

: In the Middle East, boundaries, though strict, are fluid and often unenforced. The draw of the water, or perhaps in defiance of a seemingly absurd "closed military area," their arbitrary and meaningless nature seems entirely political and completely impractical.

: Here is the heavy artillery for which the Middle East is renowned, by sea and not by sand. The foreward gun points towards the Lebanese border, soldiers on deck enjoy the sunset, and for the gulls life goes on around the chaos and volatility. A modern-day Pompeii.

: Along the Israeli-Lebanese border, we feel a hesitant comfort, or complacency, against a backdrop of militarized zones. A wonder of nature is dominated by barbed wire barricades and heavy artillery. The curve of the sea suggests there is more to be found on the other side, but human differences have trapped us here.

: Throughout the Middle East, restrictions are farcical and subject to change. Secularism and religiosity, tradition and modernity abut. A sign denoting a swimming area is dwarfed by the infinite scope of the sea and sky surrounding it. Its meager attempt to control land and water is laughable: don't swim in the swimming area, obviously.

: Modernity and tradition necessarily coexist, taking advantage of the same limited resources. Sometimes, they are at peace. Oftentimes not, as the balance tips, as it often will in the Middle East.

: On the ancient ramparts of Jaffa, the men in black consort with the beach bum. Surrounded by history and confronted by the future, there is no simpler or more difficult option than to coexist.

: Along the water, traditions jibe into and against each other. Separate in water and on land; anthropological customs extend into the uncontrollable, attempting to override the inevitable, or the delay the unavoidable. As the fence dividing the men's and women's swim areas in Akka collapses from the pressure of the waves, the minarets and steeples play together in the sunset along the land.

: Even when scarce, water is critically important: more than just basic needs or sustenance, it is a fundamental connection to something bigger than oneself or one's circumstances.

: Still, sometimes water is just a simple toy to take one's mind off impossibly difficult times, or an air conditioner of the most simple construction. Despite its rarity, it is an indulgence.

: The water provides so much: practical needs, religious ceremonies, enjoyment, sustenance, a combination of all of these. Fishing is about not just sustenance, but joy, in this simple pleasure, man's connectedness to nature is established: or perhaps here it is a resilience or a determination to make the best of what one can grab, what life puts in one's path.

: Water is an escape. Sailing on the Nile allows one a personal respite from the hustle and bustle and dingy smog of Cairo. (Photo: Ariel Azoff)

: Sinai's Red Sea is a vacation from reality, from the dirty, turbulent metropolis, into the unimaginably pristine wilderness of nearly-infinite flotation. Playtime is a complete baring of the soul, a complete release of inhibition, of concerns of "real life."

: In Haifa, an afternoon's entertainment takes place among the rocks. Enjoying what one can in a precarious situation, this is the Middle East: dodging bullets and landmines and half-covered rocks.

: In Akka, where land and homes are constantly contested, the water is cushion, a deviation from the norm. It is a way to make one's dreams come true, or pretend they are already real, when dreams might be but impossible tortures.

: Water, like the course of life itself, is both a plaything and a force to be reckoned with. Land wrong and you could lose your life without a second thought, but in the grander scheme this is not a fear worth having so you take your chances. What is there to lose?

: The nature of water itself is comforting and hallowing. It requires a lifeline, something to hold on to: faith in something simple. The love of a father, perhaps. Or that the future will bring something better than the past.

Human interaction with water in the Middle East is not unique: around the world it is sustaining and recreational at the same time. But in the Middle East, its promise of freedom and the future, its potential as an escape from the everyday, makes it perhaps a perfect identity for the Middle East.

(Photography: Audrey Farber, unless otherwise noted.)