As a proud Palestinian exasperated by the incessant vile portrayal of our heritage in the US, I found myself wanting to know more about this museum.
I began to imagine visitors looking at portraits of Dabke’s, olive harvests, paintings, and of delicate hand threading embroidered dresses.
In another section, there would be wedding Mawa-weels (chants)
and a panel describing what the different chants meant and the history of that colorful tradition.
My heartbeat started racing; I was thinking of how some of these visitors would go in knowing a little or nothing about Palestine, and then come out in love with the place, eager to visit and meet Palestinians. From Mahmoud Darwish’s universally-acclaimed masterpieces to the Intifada’s ingenious contributions to the art of nonviolence, I could see this house of Palestine reclaim our rightful place amongst the nations.
I am talking about a people who not only contributed to the religious heritage of over 4 billion people on this planet, but also gave shining examples of tolerance, compassion, and coexistence in the face of great suffering. We can have the word Palestinian truly become synonymous with compassion, resilience, and a can-do attitude.