{"id":19864,"date":"2012-06-14T23:17:56","date_gmt":"2012-06-15T06:17:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/?p=19864"},"modified":"2012-06-18T23:23:42","modified_gmt":"2012-06-19T06:23:42","slug":"baseless-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/?p=19864","title":{"rendered":"Baseless Love"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s a bizarre city.\u00a0 I mean that in the truest sense of the word.\u00a0 It’s weird, it’s peculiar, it’s whatever synonym you wish to substitute for ‘unusual’ or ‘strange.’\u00a0 Fortunately, I have always been under the conviction that nothing worthwhile in life is normal, and it’s oddness<\/em> that fuels the world and invigorates my being.\u00a0 This is because in everything odd there is something quaintly wonderful, and Jerusalem has precisely that.\u00a0 It has this mysterious charm, this enchanting curiosity that lures you into its sphere of eccentric energy and doesn’t let you go.\u00a0 I have been to Israel many times before, but studying in Jerusalem this semester, I have discovered the city with fresh eyes, surpassing my complementary, but underrated, past understanding of the city.\u00a0 In just five months, I have seen a new Jerusalem emerge: an unparalleled hubbub of nationalities and a carnival of sweeping diversity.\u00a0 Jerusalem’s magical ability to attract such utterly contrasting people from starkly different countries, cultures, religions, and backgrounds is unmatched, making the city an exceptional arena for appealing, zany commotion.<\/p>\n

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Jerusalem Festival of Light\/Photo: Candace Mittel<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Because of the eclectic diversity, Jerusalem is also a fertile ground for creativity and a thriving city for artistic vision. Returning two nights ago from the Jerusalem Festival of Light, an exemplary instance of the city’s artistic production and creative assemblage, I witnessed a scene on the Light Rail that I will never forget.<\/p>\n

There are sections on the light rail where there are four seats adjacent to each other against either side of the train. (To picture it, imagine eight people directly facing each other, four on each side of the train doors.)\u00a0 I was sitting in such a section.\u00a0 Drowsy and exhausted from the day and the crowded evening in the Old City (where the Festival of Light took place), I was eager to get back to Kfar HaStudentim (the student dorms on Mount Scopus, where I call ‘home’ these days.)\u00a0 Despite my fatigue, it only took a few minutes for me to become aware of the unusual situation next to me.\u00a0 Two seats down from me was a Hasidic Man – black coat, black hat; frizzy, thick beard; long, coiled peyot<\/em> and all.\u00a0 On his lap sat his two or three year old son with his long uncut hair in a messy ponytail on top of his head, his big blue baby eyes as glossy and drained as mine, his skin pale and silky, his tzit tzit<\/em> hanging from his tiny shorts. The Hasidic man wrapped his arms tightly around his son, who was, strangely enough, smiling and giggling.<\/p>\n

I quickly realized that the little boy wasn’t just giggling for the sake of giggling or out of midnight delirium \u2013 I’ve already learned that Israeli kids have no bedtime and I am no longer shocked when I see children out at 2 am with their parents \u2013\u00a0 but rather he was giggling with<\/em> another two year old boy, directly across from him.\u00a0 Directly across from the Hasidic man and his son, only a few feet across \u2013 the train is fairly narrow \u2013 sat a woman dressed in an elegant long coat and an ornate hijab headscarf.\u00a0 On her lap sat her own son, two or three years old as well, his brown shaggy hair muddled on top of his sleepy head, his big brown eyes squinty both from weariness and laughter, his skin a beautiful bronze.\u00a0 The little boys, both securely held by their respective parents, began to giggle, laugh, point, chatter, and smile in that silly, instinctive way only babies know, as babies and children always, somehow, find a way to correspond and communicate with their own kind.<\/p>\n

What a bizarre scene I was observing!\u00a0 What tension, what opposition (what tension of<\/em> opposites), and yet what unity, what magnificence!\u00a0 I could see the apprehension in the parents’ eyes, rigid and alert, in harsh contrast to their sons squinty, gleeful ones. The Hasidic Man and the Muslim woman were facing each other in anxiety and unavoidable confrontation and connection that their sons were initiating between them.\u00a0 I could feel the friction for it reverberated loudly to me.<\/p>\n

We talk about baseless hate all the time, especially here in Israel.\u00a0 Arabs and Jews would get along if only both parties were better educated, if only we broke down stereotypes and prejudices, if only they weren’t taught “baseless hate.” \u00a0But what about baseless love?\u00a0 These two boys, no older than three, faced each other in baseless love<\/em>.\u00a0 And it was beautiful.\u00a0 I know they will go on to grow up in entirely different cultures; I know they will grow up to hold completely differing views and beliefs; I know they will grow up to learn opposing, irreconcilable histories; I know they may grow up to be their parents – their parents who could barely look at each other on the train!\u00a0 And yet in this one moment, there was nothing irreconcilable between them at all.\u00a0 In this one moment, there was no denying the power of such a thing as baseless love, something that is more powerful than the elimination of baseless hate.\u00a0 What we need is baseless friendship.\u00a0 Baseless laughter.\u00a0 Baseless communication.\u00a0 Baseless tolerance.\u00a0 Baseless acceptance. Baseless love.<\/p>\n

This situation brought to my mind a chapter from the book, Tuesdays With Morrie<\/span>, in which Morrie (the professor) tells Mitch (the student) about the “tension of opposite” in life.\u00a0 After the explanation, Mitch asks a logical question: “which side wins?” \u00a0Morrie smiles and responds: “Love wins.\u00a0 Love always wins.”\u00a0 In the na\u00efvet\u00e9 of these toddlers, one from a Hasidic Jewish family and one from an Arab Muslim family, whatever dissimilarity, diversity, or contradiction that exists between them disappeared. Through the simplicity and innocence that all children hold, the tension of opposites was able to collapse and convert into harmony.\u00a0 This love that Morrie claims “always wins” is the unity<\/em> of opposites that, in this instance, was able to prevail.<\/p>\n

\u00a0Only in Jerusalem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It’s a bizarre city.\u00a0 I mean that in the truest sense of the word.\u00a0 It’s weird, it’s peculiar, it’s whatever synonym you wish to substitute for ‘unusual’ or ‘strange.’\u00a0 Fortunately, I have always been under the conviction that nothing worthwhile in life is normal, and it’s oddness that fuels the world and invigorates my being.\u00a0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":39,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19864","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-culture"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19864","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/39"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=19864"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19864\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=19864"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19864"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.midnighteast.com\/mag\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19864"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}