It is known as blue tea because of its colour, which then changes to purple when lemon juice is added. It’s caffeine free and made from a concoction of floral petals from the blue pea flower.
Some of them are Jewish, some are not. I do not begrudge their choice. They have exercised their prerogative to decide who can and cannot be called a friend.I once met their litmus test – the one we all have. Now, I have failed it.
I know that some of my former friends have deep ties to Israel. Some have family who live there. Some may be grieving, too, worried over what comes next.I do not ignore their fear or uncertainty. I do not deny their right to safety.This is where, I suspect, we confront the unspoken cause of the irreversible divide.
Israel’s security cannot be achieved at the expense of Palestine’s freedom and sovereignty.That is not peace, let alone the elusive “co-existence”. It is domination – brutal and unforgiving.
This kind of loss, profound and lasting, gives way to clarity born from rejection. It sharpens your appreciation of loyalty and authenticity in relationships.
Perhaps the people I thought I knew, I did not know at all. And perhaps the people who thought they knew me, did not know me at all.The children, elders, farmers and merchants
At the heart of any place is its people. This section gathers faces and figures of children, elders, farmers and merchants, capturing a moment in each of their lives.Traditional dress, expressions and gestures reflect a culture rich in diversity. Muslims, Christians, Jews, and Bedouins appear side by side, revealing a land defined not by division, but by coexistence.
Individual portraitsEach face carries its own story of life, labour, joy, or longing.