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Fuck It! Take me to Palestine

A True Story

This year, I did one of the scariest things of my life.

I stood before a crowd, speaking about a story that has the power to divide,

to provoke,

to shake the very ground it stands on.

A story of forbidden love between a Palestinian man and an Israeli woman.

Well – That woman is me.

So no – not just a story.

But a true story.

My story.

To be provocative in a world like today is to stand in between acceptance and exile.

It is to know that the moment you open your mouth

a story can never be untold.

I have had those that celebrate me, even join me.

Yet I have also lost those I once called my nearest and dearest because my truth was too loud,

too inconvenient,

too wrong in their eyes

I learned a hard way – that there is no-one in this world worth the silencing of something that feels so…

soul-driven.

That spark inside that says:

“this is what you came here to do”.

It’s puzzling to think how people we love can completely hate the thing that feels most essential to our being.

That is the paradox.

That is the ache.

For the last five years, I have exposed parts of my life, some of the most vulnerable parts of me,

my body,

my journey,

my awakening.

And yet, nothing – not my nudity,

not my erotic revelations,

not my deepest confessions –

has ever felt as terrifying as revealing this story.

This was the hardest truth to release.

The rawest.

The one that carried the most weight,

the most fear

of speaking it aloud,

of how the world would receive it,

of being misunderstood,

misjudged,

rejected.

shamed.

Since the moment I pressed ‘publish’ on Amazon,

I have been gifted a deeper liberation of my voice –

the feeling that nothing and no one can stand between my divine calling and the external world.

BECOMING the freedom of expression

The permission to be it all.

“…We drive deep in to the desert mountains and he pulls out of his bag the famous Jericho shawarma he told me so much about. We sit on a piece of cardboard as I notice the blackness of the night, the small sparks of light from the stars, the discomfort of still some fear in my body, the bliss of love in my heart. He tells me crazy stories of the seven years he hid in the cave right behind us from Israeli police. I listen in awe, to a very different emotional experience of war.

The story of a terrorist.

First hand.

No Hollywood edits.

HiStory.

SUDDENLY!!! out of the blue, a huge 4×4 truck, with bright headlights and loud Arabic music blasting from the windows, drives across the curvy mountains, straight in our direction. My heart almost falls out of my mouth…”

– Fuck It! Take me to Palestine | Chapter III

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May we always feel safe enough to bring the depths of our hearts to the world, in whatever shade, and whatever truth they arrive.

When loves knocks on your door, would YOU let her in?
Could you open your heart fully, knowing it will also hurt?
Can you still welcome her? No hiding. No holding back in fear of getting hurt. Of losing, closing, missing.
And when the pain comes, or we need to let that love go, for wherever reason, can we let it break us OPEN instead of letting the pain contract us, close us, numb us?
Can we remaining in gratitude for the gifts that rained upon us as we dared to love?

From this crazy never-ending story, I wrote a masterpiece poem. From this place of deep sadness, I saw a light like never before. And now it’s my ultimate prescription for all my pains.

This is the real message of love that no one has told yet.

This is the new Disney.
The new Hollywood!

Fuck It! Take me to Palestine

A True Story

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May we always feel safe enough to bring the depths of our hearts to the world, in whatever shade, and whatever truth they arrive.

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