Nire hegaldia 4 orduz gelditu zela jakin ondoren,
Iragarkia entzun nuen:
4-A atearen inguruko inork arabieraren bat ulertzen badu,
Mesedez, etorri berehala atarira.
Beno, bat gelditzen da egun. 4-A atea nire atea zen. Hara joan nintzen.
Palestinako jantzi tradizional osoko emakume zaharra,
Nire amonak janzten zuen bezala, lurrera zimurtuta zegoen, ozen negarrez.
Laguntza, esan zuen hegaldi zerbitzuko pertsonak. Hitz egin berarekin. Zer da bera
Arazoa? hegaldia lau ordu berandu izango zela esan genion eta berak
Hau egin.
Besoa inguratu eta geldiez hitz egin nion.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
Ezagutzen zituen hitzak entzun zituen unean —gaizki erabiliak izan arren—
Negar egiteari utzi zion.
Gure hegaldia erabat bertan behera utzi zutela uste zuen.
El Pason egon behar zuen tratamendu mediko handi batzuetarako
Hurrengo eguna. Ezetz esan nion, ez, ondo gaude, berandu iritsiko zara,
Nork hartzen zaitu? Dei diezaiogun eta esan diezaiogun.
Bere semeari deitu genion eta berarekin ingelesez hitz egin nuen.
Hegazkinera igo arte amarekin geratuko nintzela esan nion eta
Haren ondoan ibiliko litzateke—Hego-mendebaldean.
Berarekin hitz egin zuen. Orduan beste semeei deitu genien dibertsioagatik.
Orduan nire aitari deitu genion eta berak eta berak pixka bat hitz egin zuten arabieraz eta
Jakina denez, hamar lagun partekatu zituzten.
Orduan pentsatu nuen zergatik ez palestinar bati deitzea
Ezagutzen ditudan poetak eta berarekin hitz egiten uzten diet. Honek guztiak 2 ordu inguru behar izan zituen.
Barre asko ari zen ordurako. Bere bizitza kontatzen. Erantzuten
Galderak.
Etxeko mamool gaileta zaku bat atera zuen, hauts txikia
Datilez eta fruitu lehorrez betetako azukre-multzoak —bere poltsatik—
Eta athean zeuden emakume guztiei eskaintzen zien.
Nire harridurarako, emakume bakar batek ere ez zuen uko egin. bat bezalakoa zen
Sakramentua. Argentinako bidaiaria, Kaliforniako bidaiaria,
Laredoko emakume maitagarria, denok berdin estalita geunden
Azukre hautsa. Eta irribarrez. Ez dago cookie hoberik.
Eta orduan aire konpainiak hozkailu handietatik doako edariak atera zituen...
Alkoholik gabekoak-eta gure hegaldirako bi neskatoak, afrikar bat
Estatubatuarra, mexikar amerikar bat, korrika ibili zen guztioi sagar zukua zerbitzatzen
Eta limonada eta azukre hautsez estali zituzten ere.
Eta ohartu nintzen nire lagun onena berria —orduan eskutik helduta geunden—
Poltsatik loreontzi bat zeukan, sendabelarren bat,
Hosto iletsu berdeekin. Hain aspaldiko herrialde bidaietako tradizioa. Beti
Landare bat eraman. Egon beti nonbait errotuta.
Eta berandu eta nekatuen ate horri begiratu eta pentsatu nuen:
Hau da bizi nahi dudan mundua. Mundu partekatua.
Pertsona bakar bat ere ez ate honetan, behin nahasmenaren negarra gelditu zen
—Beste edozein pertsonari beldurra eman dio.
Galletak hartu zituzten. Beste emakume horiek guztiak ere besarkatu nahi nituen.
Hau oraindik edonon gerta daiteke.
Ez dago dena galduta.
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Thank You . Beautiful .
This story confirms that there's still good things happening in this world.
If we enjoy each other openly, one person at a time, how could we not love and live in peace and harmony.
Loved this story. Have just recently performed my first croning ceremony (and was initially cynical) but it was a wonderful celebration of the unity of all women. Now another indication that there need be no barriers: religion, age, culture or language, if we keep an open mind and heart
I went to Israel two years ago and had the opportunity to sit down and talk with a 65 year old Palestinian women for an hour. While in Jerusalem we stayed at a hotel in the Muslim district. I looked at all the women and felt so connected to their joys, sorrows, and experiences as women of different faiths. This trip also made me to live in a "shared world."
Outstanding! This is what my 4 yr old latino grandchild would say. He is learning English from watching the English funnies. God bless all of those people that passed the story on. Like you say, there are lots of wonderful people arround.
Thank you for this moving story of the true nature of people. I especially enjoyed the part about carrying a plant to stay rooted. My wife came to the US from Colombia carrying a plant.
I luv it
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thank you for sharing. True: There are NO Strangers in this world. Once we take a moment, however small & connect to another in whatever way we are able, we see the Human Being in front of us. Here's to kindness & helping each other. <3 and HUGS from my heart to all of yours.
I just got another little taste of utopia.
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Awesome . Thank you for sharing . Kindness is a universal language .
Oh gosh, what a beautiful story! I can't wait to send it around to my family and friends. Thanks for making me smile and for putting tears in my eyes . :)
So beautiful. Thank you!
The world community is ONE. If everyone relates to one another with compassion and respect, there would be very few, if any, barriers of any sort. This story is like a pebble tossed onto the surface of a body of water. Its ripples will touch others wherever they may be.
may every being without exception be covered with sweetness
For act of kindness language is no bar every body understands it. Acts of kindness must be spread as wide as possible.
Beautiful. A small little moment turns into eternity.
Thank You for sharing this.
Soft shimmering light connecting strangers-us. Heart touching,heart warming , heart melting.
Thanks for sharing.
J P
Thank you for the heart warming story. It makes me wonder how would the world be if there were no language barriers, how many misunderstandings could be avoid, how much love could be shared? The beauty of this story is to imagine how many ripples it caused and the impact it had in each of those who were part of this beautiful chain of acts kindness.
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This made my heart melt . . . and I now have an undeniable craving for a mamool cookie. :o) Naomi, thank you for sharing your touching experience, and for reminding us that this kind of shared world is not far from reach.
This is exactly where I want to live as well-in a shared world. So unbelievably beautiful and hopeful.