In the next few days and weeks, Israeli elections will roll on while Gazans will spend this time digging the bodies of relatives out of the rubble. Grief can grab us in the middle of a horrendous moment, where a single image has the power to lead our minds down corridors we would not regularly venture in to. And this has been the kind of grief we’ve all experienced these past few weeks on this side of the world. For me, the more powerful form of grief isn’t in the real-time imagery of kids with torn limbs being rushed in to a hospital, it’s in the thought process that begins once the dust begins to settle…
Slowly, the Arab street begins the process of forgetting, or simply dispersing like a protest crowd and heading back home to live their lives again. The Arab leaders will wipe their foreheads with a sigh of relief that the immediate pressure from their streets have subsided and they are safe for another cycle. International media will find another crisis to shine its spotlight on. And the world slowly forgets. And we, slowly forget.
The terms “peace process” and “two-state solution” are once again resurrected.
And without even noticing, we push the restart button.
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the Author is Naseem Tarawnah - a 24 year-old male’s analog life in Jordan. From cultural journeys to poetic ramblings, this blog was created, amongst many things, to address Jordanian issues ranging from the political to the social and to chronicle the extraordinary voyage of metamorphosis that this nation has embarked upon. Naseem has a Bachelor’s degree in Political Science and Administrative Studies, with a specialized Honors Degree in Public Policy & Administration. He is currently finishing his master’s degree in Public Policy & Management through the University of London.
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