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Historical Fiction and Nakba

The Arab Daily News
13 May 2019, 00:37 GMT+10

By Eileen Fleming

On Sunday, The New York Times Style Magazine headline asked, Why Are We Living in a Golden Age of Historical Fiction?

This American authors first historical fiction became the catalyst for seven non-fiction books and two historical screenplays; because my writing about the past helped me understand the present and enabled me to enshrine the past so that NOT just the winnersget to write history!

On May 7thMegan OGrady wrote for The New York Times

The FOREWORD of this Americans first historical fiction written explains the intersection of the authors imagination and the belief that it is possible to tell stories about a vanishing past that bear on the immediate present:

What follows is an excerpt from Keep Hope Aliveregarding the Nakba, following this reminder of the past:

The Balfour Declaration was just a letter in November 1917, but it became the biggest diplomatic triumph for Zionist expansionist goals in the Middle East.

Balfour wrote:

His majestys Government view with favor the establishment in Palestine of a national home for the Jewish people, and will use their best endeavors to facilitate the achievement of this object, it being clearly understood that nothing shall be done which may prejudice the civil and religious rights of existing non-Jewish communities in Palestine, or the rights and political status enjoyed by Jews in any other country.

Journalist Don Hewitt instructed his 60 Minutes staff: The formula is simple and its reduced to four words every kid in the world knows: Tell me a story. Its that easy.

This American told the Palestinian side of the story of what resulted due to the Balfour Declaration inKeep Hope Alive:


Jake and Harold had finished filling seven deer feeders scattered throughout their privately-held four thousand acres of wetland an hour east of Orlando, on the outskirts of the rural town of Christmas. The two men were in partnership with a group of professional businessmen, who had purchased the undeveloped acreage as an investment. Jake, Harold, and a few other partners also used the property as a hunting preserve.

While riding in a dilapidated camouflaged Jeep on the way back to camp, Harold yelled, Hey, look! There are two deer in the clearing nice fat does. Jake cut the engine and the men sat in silence, watching the deer graze. Out of the thick palmettos, a twelve-point and a young buck with peach-fuzzed antlers appeared. The men watched in awe as the deer fed. When the majestic stag raised his eyes to the men and snorted, they all turned and bolted.

Further down the dirt road, Harold yelled once again, Look, I think there is another herd way over there.

Jake focused his cerulean eyes where Harold pointed and wryly retorted, Harold, thats a bunch of hogs!

Oh, guess my eyes arent what they use to be. Harold pulled out a purple velveteen sack that enrobed his bottle of Crown Royal and asked, Care for some sustenance, Jake?

Jake shook his head as he lit a cigar and grabbed a Tab from the cooler at his side. You know, Brother Harold, I cannot get my neighbors problem off my mind. Its usually my patients that keep me awake. But all day, I keep seeing this poor guys face. Hes worried about his wife, and there is cause for concern. If that werent enough, hes on this mission to help save the world. Ive told you about all of that, remember?

Harold snorted affirmatively, and Jake continued,Dr. Diab has more passion and commitment to social justice issues than anyone I have ever personally known.He is flying to Cairo Tuesday night, and I just told him his wifes condition is unstable. For the past year, he has been working out a deal with the president of the Arab Fund for Social and Economic Development in Kuwait. He did this while working fifty hours a week at Martin Marietta. He has this incredible vision of linking the twenty-two Arab countries via modern telecommunication systems. He rounded up nine Arab-Americans with advanced degrees and lucrative positions to quit their jobs, go back to their homeland, and help their people. This Dr. D is an incredible person.Hes a Muslim, but hes a better Christian than a lot of Christians Ive known.

Yeah, man, I know exactly what you mean. But what I just dont get is why those people over there keep fighting each other. If they are all so religious, why dont they do what their religions teach and treat each other the way they want to be treated?

Jake eased naturally into his other role of teacher and lecturer, and launched into a history lesson.This modern conflict between Palestinian Arabs and Jews began around the turn of the twentieth century. The two groups have different religions; and do you understand that Palestinian means Muslims, Christians, and Druze? The animosity towards Israel is not about religious differences, but about land. The UN divided the area known as Palestine into three parts in 1947: Israel, the West Bank, and the Gaza Strip. This is a very small geographical area, about the size of Maryland.

Imagine carving up the state of Maryland, forcing the folks out of their homes without paying them, and ripping up their deeds. It really is an unjust situation, and things are more out of hand all the time. This morning, when we were discussing if he should go or not, I had a sense of uneasiness that had nothing to do with doctoring. Something I cant put my finger on, like a bad premonition but now I am sounding like my wife!

Brother Harold nodded and rubbed his protuberant abdomen before responding.Well, you dont have to be a psychic to know bad stuff will keep on happening over there. Whats the deal with the UN? Why cant they maintain peace there?

Well, the United Nations was the body that carved up the borders, and that is what led to the 1948 war. In November of 1947, even though the Arab Nations disagreed with the boundary lines, the UN went ahead with their plan. You see, after the fall of the Turkish Ottoman Empire, Britain had taken control of the land via a mandate whose time had run out. With Britain withdrawing from the area, the Jewish people flooded the region, claiming not just the territory given to them by the UN, but also places like Dr. Ds hometown. It was Palestinian territory, according to the UN. Come on, why should the Palestinians have to pay the price for the Nazis sins?

Imagine the outrage, and you can understand why the Arab nations that surround the area formerly known as Palestine attacked the new state of Israel. That was the war of 1948. Since then, there have been two more wars, in 56 and 67, and I wont be surprised when another happens. Understand, these attackers are being born and bred in the refugee camps. Imagine being young and healthy, and having no prospects or future. There is not much else to do but make babies. And they most certainly have been busy doing that. The Palestinians no longer have a nation, so they cannot get passports to migrate elsewhere.

The group known as Fedayeen, which means self-sacrificer, was born in the despair of the refugee camps. These men have given up hope of returning to their homes, which mostly have been torn down and rebuilt by the Israelis now. These Fedayeen do not only sacrifice themselves; they kill innocent people. They are homicide bombers! This naturally causes retaliation, which sets into place the continuing cycle of violence and destruction.

So why exactly does your friend want to go back over there?

He is a man with a vision and a passion. He is committed to justice for both sides, and he believes he can make a positive difference. If you knew him personally, Harold, you would believe it, too.

Harold lifted his almost empty pouch of Crown Royal and exclaimed,Lets toast the man, and then Ill tell you what my daddy told me when I was a kid, when my brothers and I would get out of hand. Hed say, boys, you all are going the way of Cain and Abel, and youd better quit. For one of those boys was filled with so much hatred and jealousy that he killed the other.

Then my old man would be on a roll, and hed tell us about Sarah, Abrahams wife. And we loved to hear that part, so wed quit our fight. You see, although Sarah was already menopaused, she still desired a child. God had even shared a laugh with her about it coming true, but just like a woman, she took the matter into her own hands, and refused to wait for the Lord to deliver. So old Sarah decided to give her maidservant to her old man, and that chick and Abraham made a kid. Everything was fine when Ishmael arrived, but only for a very short while.

Now, although Sarah was a dried-up old crone, she, too, birthed a son, and named him after the laughter she had shared with God, but called the kid Isaac. Sarah had gotten very territorial and demanded Abraham cast out his beloved first son with his mama Haggar, into the barren wilderness, and Abraham did it! But, as God always hears the cries of mothers and sons, he promised to make a great nation from Ishmaels descendants, too. And thus, the Arab nation was born.By the sixth century before Christ, the conflicts in the land were already old news, and Jeremiah warned the people that all God could see was violence and destruction in the city. Sickness and wounds were all around.And then my old man would get tears in his eyes and softly recite:

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