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Israeli-Palestinian Conflict.

In Judaism, similar to in Islam, a woman must always cover her hair.
Modesty and honour are prevalent throughout both socioeconomic or cultural practices.
Yet the focus is always on the differences, the things that set us apart, mainly based on the right to land.
It has become entirely political, quite quizzical and even hypocritical.
The enlightened powers that be would love to see a change,
in how brothers and sisters show their love for one another.
Instead of war, famine and poverty; why not life, acceptance and liberty?
I, too, was brought up to be a Muslim, however, today, at this moment in time, I can only identify as a humanist.
It pains me to know that two groups of people so identical could forget, so quickly, about the Abrahamic ties of our people.
When Moses pleaded that Pharaoh let his people go, my belief is that they received their promised land but centuries of turmoil and greed have left us in this mess.
Emile Durkheim's conflict theory suggests that this is in-group mentality, us versus them as better or worse than the rest.
Insanity, if you ask me, my own parents taught me to love everybody.
And they were only immigrants in a foreign land or sovereignty, in the seventies,
I'm so grateful to call Canada home, despite all the tragedies I've seen,
I couldn't imagine what it'd be like to experience warlike atrocities.
The bottom line is that I may try as hard as I can to attempt to empathize but I will never understand what makes one more of a man than his or her fellow human being.
I believe in equality for all persons big or small and I pray to God that it won't be long until the walls fall down.
Holy sites like Mecca, Medina or the Wailing Wall belong to anyone with a pulse; all of this exclusivity is sheer nonsense.
But what do I know, I am but a mere lad of twenty six that prefers gnosticism, peace, and Disney flicks.

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