I was going to go with a group to the West Bank to help replant the olive trees destroyed by the squatters. The group welcomed me, as I’m a retired professional landscaper.
I was PSYCHED and excitedly told my brother about it on the phone. He called me in desperation the next morning, telling me he had dreamt I’d been shot and killed. ( He has the gift of prescience.) He made me promise not to go, and since he is the most important person in my life, I reluctantly agreed.
So why don't we have start a new group here with you, me and Laith plus whoever else wants to join us to visit Palestine and plant those Olive Trees and play with those wonderful people there?
Here’s something you may find interesting. I once met Hanan Ashwari’s husband. He was here for his daughter’s college graduation and was staying with my sister’s Palestinian neighbor. What a kind, gentle and sweet man he was!
Well, gypsy33. I am not a 'retired profession landscaper' but if you need an extra pair of hands on a shovel for digging in the olive trees, count me in. I'm available. Whenever.
Excuses, excuses... You already adopted a Palestinian child though, as you promised, didn't you? That wouldn't involve a trip there so your brother could sleep well.
Americans have enormous mouths. And "gifts of prescience" to fall back on when mouths open just a bit too wide.
Just shut the fuck up. Have you heard of any Palestinian children yet available for adoption? NO, ME EITHER.
As far as my brother: I don’t give a shit if I die or not, but HE DOES. And if he’s afraid for me, and begs me not to go, I ain’t goin’. You clearly have no one who gives two shits about YOU.
I’ll go some day and when I choose to go is none of your motherfucking business, shithead. Go suck some pond scum and stay the fuck outta my life.
Laith, I’m coming too.
I was going to go with a group to the West Bank to help replant the olive trees destroyed by the squatters. The group welcomed me, as I’m a retired professional landscaper.
I was PSYCHED and excitedly told my brother about it on the phone. He called me in desperation the next morning, telling me he had dreamt I’d been shot and killed. ( He has the gift of prescience.) He made me promise not to go, and since he is the most important person in my life, I reluctantly agreed.
But SOMEDAY I WILL!
PS If Ansarallah would have me, I’d join them.
Damn, that's really Deep
So why don't we have start a new group here with you, me and Laith plus whoever else wants to join us to visit Palestine and plant those Olive Trees and play with those wonderful people there?
We WILL, Uaifo. We will. Is Laith already there?
On his bio, he says he's a Palestinian that has yet to set foot home. I don't know if that has changed since though..
I'm in. I feel the same as you both.
IForor all of us, meeting up in Palestine could be the highlight of our lives.
Keep the movement going, folks.
❤️ Count me in!
I'd love to go to Palestine as well... To plant olive trees would be the most beautiful thing to do to help heal the land there.
👍❤️
Chang, we’re gonna need a big hotel! 😁
You warm my heart, dear. I promise to send it to you once I’m able to enter the West Bank or Gaza. 💚
I’m pretty sure it will be within a few months.
I’m ready, Laith!
Here’s something you may find interesting. I once met Hanan Ashwari’s husband. He was here for his daughter’s college graduation and was staying with my sister’s Palestinian neighbor. What a kind, gentle and sweet man he was!
💚💚
Well, gypsy33. I am not a 'retired profession landscaper' but if you need an extra pair of hands on a shovel for digging in the olive trees, count me in. I'm available. Whenever.
Con,
HELL YEAH! ❤️❤️❤️
Excuses, excuses... You already adopted a Palestinian child though, as you promised, didn't you? That wouldn't involve a trip there so your brother could sleep well.
Americans have enormous mouths. And "gifts of prescience" to fall back on when mouths open just a bit too wide.
Just shut the fuck up. Have you heard of any Palestinian children yet available for adoption? NO, ME EITHER.
As far as my brother: I don’t give a shit if I die or not, but HE DOES. And if he’s afraid for me, and begs me not to go, I ain’t goin’. You clearly have no one who gives two shits about YOU.
I’ll go some day and when I choose to go is none of your motherfucking business, shithead. Go suck some pond scum and stay the fuck outta my life.