OUR ABC-Ability, Break and Courage!

ABC-Ability, Break and Courage!

From we’re I see it, Change happens, that is for sure.” The universe is change, life is, observe constantly that all things take place by change. The key to it is to let go of fear, we either have to accept or change it. “It takes time to success but time is, according to Palestinians, how much time, to pursue true happiness.

ABC – what it means to me our Ability will Break
Every boundaries that leads our way what we have is our
Courage , that’s all I have to say!..

I know for a fact, that every person has the ability to lead towards success. And that is to have the courage to make their lands beautiful, useful for agriculture and noticeable. We need to keep in mind one thing and make it become possible, and wouldn’t let anyone break that possible moment, leading to success. All doubts can do is strengthen our ability even more, our eyes will never shed tears not now or in a million years. We got to fight to see past the boundaries.
Every man, whether in a city or village, has different cultures and traditions. The way one’s dress, actions and marriage, but then again it all depends on the family and generations. I see that in certain villages, the people care more about their landscapes, growing crops and taking much more care to their lands than maybe other villages or cities.

Furthermore, there were lands all agricultural, Turmusaya‘s residents mostly rely on. To make a living, farmers depend on olive trees and fruit orchards as a source of income. The main income following into turmusaya comes from immigrants supporting and sustaining their village from abroad.

The story of the village and its history is what I call “silent mystery “. Why silent? Since the first thing when I entered, the village was full of silence. Now there is a mystery to it, why the bizarre silence? It’s because there are barely women walking around? Or is it because the village wants to give a good impression. What I noticed also, that men in this village are very protective. There are certain ages for marriage. It kind of reminds me of this Syrian show “Babb Al-hara “ , the traditions and life styles .

There are area’s in this village were house‘s are only built and the rest of the land for planting. I heard that every land has its own division, but each is known for whom. This wasn’t known from now , it was known back in the day . One thing bought my attention :why would certain people waste , well its not a waste , money and make their house so big and end up leaving them ? Beautiful houses all empty. The percentage in this village for certain people that do is really high. But then again, they probably did it for reasons. For instance, when they come back they would have something to rely on.

Its quiet interesting how this village was named. There is a story to it , this guy by the name turmos refused to pay tax’s to the mayor of the village . So since his name is turmous and he refused to pay they called the village Turmusaya. Aya means in Arab way of talk, refused.

It is a town of red roofs
It has something to proof
It gave the town an upside frown
A beautiful view that is something knew!
The red roofs on each house, so they wouldn’t confuse between the settlements across them.
On my way to Turmusayya, there was this land, filled with empty houses, it was a project but the Jews stopped it . I guess this means that in the Israeli’s mind “Palestinians are like in a box, no escape!..” Which in my opinion and the rest of the Palestinians is unfair, since we don’t need permission to our own lands!..

Moreover, this is the change that is needed. To me Palestinians life is like a rollercoaster. One thing ends and something else begins. But I guess time is what all Palestinians have, the question is: how much? This feeling , thinking about it for a while, then it’s like a bad song in my head and someone pressed play. Nothing we can do, can change the past, but something new, everything we do changes the future.

While walking through this lovely village, there was this old house, and of course it has its history. It was built in 1935. This old lady, in the mid 70’s by the name ZamZam lives in it. She started to tell us about how her kids and grandkids all immigrated to the states and how after years later she opened a small store as a living support. So I walked, and starting writing , I came up with a poem : This village has some quiet history
It has a quite mystery; Its lands are so beautiful
No words to describe, having this wonderful
Feeling inside!
Some areas aren’t allowed to be build on , that’s disturbing , thinking about it , makes ,me wonder , when will all this crisis going to end?!..The tragedy of Palestinian life lie’s in reaching their goals, one of which was expanding their village, and wanting it to become a city one day, without permission of doing so . Other people, from outside come and live in the village , they are very welcomed , they feel belonged and most importantly the support given by the residents of the village.
If the Palestinians of the village or any other leave their land, it would be easier for Jews to take over. But the people are like weapons, guarding their land. Like I said before, their lands aren’t spaced because each land is known for whom, back in the day. Sometimes you have to look reality in the eye and just deny it since sometimes because of it it’s just too hard to restate the obvious.

The obvious I am talking about here, is Palestinians and Israeli conflict and hostility. Sometimes our tries are outside the lines. One day every man will raise their voices and we will one day be heard. So the way their agriculture is , that will one day reveal the unheard voices , that the people of the village made so much effort to their lands , beautiful and wealthy for living support.

Sometimes history takes things in its own hands. Now if it wasn’t for the ancestors before, taking care of and making the village so stunning. Then their generations would careless about it, but because they saw how hard and lots of work they grandfathers did, wouldn’t go all to waste they made if much better than I guess before.

My dreams and the dreams of every Palestinian out there sometimes are unable to distinguish between dreams and visions. If you think that the people of the village won’t make a difference, that’s where you’re wrong. Since they reached half way, and then can continue till the end. I guess it all depends on time and when? Because I know for a fact that every person has the ability to do what’s best for his or her country. Remember that one rain drops, raises the ocean, they will indeed succeed. The land is so pretty to go to waste. Sadly, more buildings are being built, and less land that are being taking care of.

Looking at the agriculture reminded me of when my grandfather used to take care of his lands. Lands were like second homes for people back in the day. He used to plant crops for a living. I guess, no I know during that time that’s how people used to live. Some people didn’t have the well to do so, but others did. The soil on the land is rich; it’s rich with its olive trees, grass and other things as well. This is why the Israeli’s are fighting over Palestine.

The change will come in time, reality is change. Every man will manage time towards leading to success. And that is , the patience and suffering one goes through life. Living life is pain, atest , being patient , and getting what you want in the end. It takes time to success but time is , according to Palestinians , how much time left in order to pursue happiness once and for all in their own lands?..Every passing minute Is another chance to turn it all around.