[Courtesy of a little shop on Rainbow Street]
As I passed down this shop, I could not help but think about how the kuffeyeh now represents terror. Religion these days also represents terror. It seems like most wars stem out of religion: the French Wars of Religion, the Crusades, and the Reconquista, and that’s to cite practically irrelevant ones, compared to the Zionist-Arab wars, Sunni-Shia strifes, and so on.
Yet the person who chose these elements in his shop window disagrees. To him, the kuffeyeh and religion are all about love, rather than hate.
I am not an idealistic person, and neither am I religious, but these little things sometimes make me stop and wonder.
Would life be so much better if we were all just idealistic?