The Dilemma of the Arabic-Speaking Peoples
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The Dilemma of the Arabic-Speaking Peoples
I spent such an  exceptional day of my life on Tuesday 21stOctober 1997 at the library of Oslo University. With the help of the librarian I had the opportunity to see the library system, reading hall and many books and reference about the Middle East

Norway, the country that live peacefully and almost unaffected by the world events has a lot to offer to her young generations about periods in Middle East are still being actively researched in many countries in the West

I left the university around five p.m. and started looking for a place to have my dinner. The weather was fabulous; the air was so fresh coming from the west passing over the great fertile plains around the city. I entered one of what is called “fast food restaurants”. The restaurant was almost full. I got my food and sat at a table for two

A few minutes later, a man in his mid-forties carrying his food approached me and asked if he could join my table. He was well-dressed. His hair was fair, his cheek-glowed and his eyes twinkled. He was a typically Scandinavian man. Once he helped himself with a chair facing me, he asked “where are you from?” I replied “from Syria”. He looked at me and bluntly, inconsiderably, and carelessly said “another terrorist”

The words of that stranger had entered like melted metal in my lonely living ear. It had burnt my throat, my tongue and my lips. It plundered my soul and frozen my blood.  I was madly stunned and enraged. How could a man, who I have never met in my life, call me a “terrorist” just for being from Syria? What about the rest of the Syrians? What about the Lebanese’s? The Iraqis, the Jordanians, the Emiratis, the Egyptians, the Omanis, the Libyans, the Yemenis? And so on. I felt so vulnerable and isolated in that foreign land. And, whatsoever the sort of defense or reaction I had, it would have not succeeded to change the notion and conception of the trespasser. The problem is not between two individuals as much as it is between two cultures. And, it is obvious that when someone travels to a foreign land, the reputation of the land where an individual comes from, irrespective its nature, it travels with him.  While I was reviewing my thoughts, the trespasser left my table without saying a word
I swallowed my rage with bitterness cruised through my veins and left pain inside of me has not recovered so far. Not because of a stranger who I may never see again, but because of a reputation that preceded me to the foreign land. It had also left an ongoing question in my mind; had the incident of Oslo been with somebody else from any of the Arabic-speaking societies, would he been better off than me on the day of 21st October 1997, or even today whereas the world events revolving around us, and while we are killing each other? The question is not only  “To Whom It May Concern”,  the question is open to all of us.

We are the Arabic-Speaking peoples have a serious problem. The problem does exist, and it will be foolish to deny it. The sun which shines over our beautiful cloudless sky cannot wipe away the darkness of the problem we have, nor does it give a single light of hope for innocent children, oppressed girls, persecuted women, lost young men and deprived, homeless, hopeless and hungry families

Perhaps by looking thoughtfully at some facts and events of the far and near history of the Arabic-speaking peoples and history of some other nations, we might be able to light a candle in darkness of our present and future, and  inspires peace among ourselves, and with our friends and foes……   
…….Bassam Eleiwi



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Name : أمجد العلي Date : 2013-04-22 02:09:52
للأسف يا سيد بسام بصمت العرب استطاع جميع العالم بأن ينعتونا بما يشاؤن للننتظر من هو الذي يعيد عزتنا وكرامتنا ومجدنا \r\n\r\nلن ينكسر قارب الحيا