Last Friday, I woke up and decided to go to Friday prayers it sounds simple enough, but in occupied Jerusalem where nothing is ever that simple or easy. In order to just get off the street I was on I had to go through an Israeli military checkpoint then another and another. If that wasn't enough I spent most of my time at the mosque feeling afraid that at any minute something could go wrong and we would all be in danger.
As uneasy as I felt I never felt like we shouldn't be there or that I wanted to leave. This is true religious persecution to be made to feel uneasy in one of the holiest places in the world the third holiest mosque in Islam.
I am happy I went, happy we are safe and ashamed that people have let things get this far. We have a serious moral, social and spiritual responsibility to the Palestinians and the Holy Land and we are failing them.