Sanctuary of Abraham Mosque |
From
the itinerary: Journey to Hebron and visit the Tomb of the Patriarchs, Judaism’s second-most
sacred site, and also a sacred site for Muslims and Christians. We entered
(through a checkpoint, with A’be) to the northwestern part of the building that
included the Sanctuary of Abraham or Ibrahimi Mosque where the women (Evelyn
and me had to wear cowls). There A’be explained the site, the history, how it
came to be in its present use (part for Muslims and Christians, and the other
section for Jews and Christians, with a barrier in between). There we saw the
cenotaphs of Abraham and Sarah.
A'be (left), Evelyn and Bev |
Cave of the Patriarchs, south view |
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Cenotaph of Sarah |
After
our time there, we exited at the checkpoint while those entering seemed to have been given the 3d degree, and then U.N. observers were in an intense discussion with
the soldiers controlling the checkpoint.
A’be
then said he could not go with us to the Jewish side of the Cave of the
Patriarchs, but told us how to find our way and get through the checkpoint
controlled by Israel soldiers. We did that to enter from the southeastern side.
All a bit touchy, it seems. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cave_of_the_Patriarchs for History, Israel
control, and Legends; even though this is a Wikipedia site, the information is
still helpful, especially if one looks up other sources to get some comparison.
Cave of Machpelah (Hebrew: מערת המכפלה |
Following
the “dig” site, we made a stop in a local pottery/ceramic factory and store to
learn how they make their wares, and then to view the products. Steve and I
bought a few items, as did Evelyn. (Add the store name if I can find it,
perhaps from the sales slip.)
Patriarch, Bedouin family, Judean Desert |
Oh,
what joy we had next in traveling over the diverse landscape of the Judean
Desert, once again enjoying the colors and contours of the sand hills.
Our
midday and afternoon adventure was to a lunch and visit with a Bedouin family
(in the Judean desert), a visit most interesting and rich. A’be interpreted
(translated) beautifully and kept us engaged in conversation with the family’s
patriarch (name?). We met with the patriarch in the visiting tent and learned
that he had his own tent for himself, his wife, and his children (the young
ones), and learned that he prefers his life in the desert over the option to
settle in a town. He explained that he loves his life of stars, open landscape,
freedom of movement, family, and absence of modern culture’s many forms of
communication. Still, his children and grandchildren go to school, and they
sell goat products to villagers, and go to town to fill the water tank.
A'be giving candy to the children |
Bedouin children and grandchildren of Patriarch |
The
women of the family do not enter the visiting tent, so A’be encouraged Evelyn
and me to go visit with the women and girls. We did that and, even with
language challenges, we enjoyed talking with them. Steve came over when it was
time to leave, but took pictures which pleased the girls, and I think also the
two women one of whom is the patriarch’s second wife (his first wife died) and
the other is (I think) either the wife of one of his son’s or one of his elder
daughters. The young girls enjoyed asking us questions through occasional
English words or phrases and hand signals.
Ardie's home in Efrat |
We
drove back the same way we came, through miles of Judean desert, then visited Efrat, a settlement of Jewish colons, 7.5 mi south
of Jerusalem, between Bethlehem and Hebron. Actually, A’be (guide) and Lutfi (bus driver) took
us to a spot to meet up with Ardie Goldstein (originally from Chicago) who
drove us to his home in his town (settlement) of Efrat where he shared his view
of Jewish history and Zionism. We had some (few) opportunities to speak up but
only by interjecting and interrupting. Evelyn carried the conversation for
Steve and me, it seems, bless her. We stayed longer than intended, thus making
us a little late in reconnecting with A’be and Lufti, although all was well in
the end.
Finally,
we returned to Bethlehem (I think) to meet A’be’s family. He and Anita (his
German-born wife of one year) live with his parents (as is customary in
Palestinian culture), so we met Anita (who is as lovely as A’be said), his
father (name?) who is a retired teacher of history, and his mother. They served
us fruit (grapes, plums, etc.) from their own trees; A'be showed us the duplex house
that his brothers built, showed the addition to the main house he built for he
and Anita, and then showed where he will build a separate house for he and
Anita. A’be really enjoyed introducing us to his family; this was a real treat
for us to see how they live, and to see A’be’s joy in playing with his young
niece. He is a very passionate man – about family, Palestine, history, his work
(as a young boy he wanted to be a tour guide), and his own family (with Anita).
After
some time we returned to the Intercontinental Bethlehem hotel where Evelyn,
Steve, and I freshened up and then met A’be and Anita for dinner. Then headed
to pack and sleep a bit before an early-morning wake up call.
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