This is a short story from a close friend of mine. While it entirely fiction, I think it is very realistic in its portrayal of the intra-Arab antagonism between Jordan, Egypt and the Palestinian Arabs. While the Arab world portrays Israel as the stumbling block to peace, the truth is that the Arabs would immediately commence to bicker and fight amongst each other. When they did, I think it would be quite similar to what the story discribes. So, I give you "When the Jews Go Away."
It was the morning of Nakba Day.
Sami Haddad lay awake for several minutes. The hot summer
sun streamed in through a crack in the drawn curtains. Outside the open window,
down in the street, the bustle of daily life had already begun. Sami braced
himself. This day was always difficult. As usual, he would meet up with Bilaal,
his friend since childhood days, in the coffee shop downstairs and they would
proceed to the rallying point, from which they would be divided into groups and
driven to a drop-off site near the checkpoint. From there they would approach
the Israeli fence and the organizers would make sure the rally became a mob.
Someone would throw stones and as soon as that happened the Israelis would
retaliate with tear gas, rubber bullets and the like. It would all end up a
bloody mess. Sami, who had never had to go the hospital after a confrontation
with the Zionist soldiers, knew his luck had to run out sooner or later. Still,
despite the hesitation and the feeling of precariousness, Sami felt growing
within him the resolve, the sense of national purpose, that always pushed him
to go in the end.
After his prayers, Sami quickly dressed and went downstairs.
The city street was bustling. People were holding signs and shouting slogans.
Sami couldn't join them quite yet. Coffee first.
Sami entered the cafe. Bilaal had not yet arrived. There was
a woman sitting alone at a table. There was nothing illegal about this, but if
her man did not show up soon chances weren't bad the police would begin to
harass her. As it turned out, her man had merely popped into the toilet and he
was back within a moment's time. Sami took a seat and looked around. There was
a commotion in the back of the cafe. Something was happening. Sami was not yet
alert enough to care very much.
At that moment, Bilaal arrived. He looked as though he had
been running. His breath was labored and his brow was wet.
“Sami, we're going now! Something has happened!”
From the back of the cafe, where the commotion was
unfolding, a man noticed Bilaal's frantic state and piped in, “Is it true?!”
Bilaal replied, “Let's go, brothers! Let's see for
ourselves!” He grabbed Sami by the wrist and pulled him outside. Within
minutes, they were on the road, heading toward the checkpoint. Sami knew the
road well. He knew how close cars with Palestinian license plates were allowed
to proceed and he was very much aware when they drove past the spot. Bilaal,
who hadn't said a word since the cafe, just turned to him and smiled a knowing
smile.
The checkpoint was only a few hundred meters away. There
were no soldiers in sight. The truck kept racing. Fear and excitement swelled
in Sami's chest. He was utterly bewildered, but something told him that today –
right now – he was on the brink of a historic moment.
The crossing was open. Without any ceremony, without any
resistance, the truck sped through. Could it be? thought Sami. “Are we
in Israel?” he asked.
“Look around,” said Bilaal. Do you see any soldiers? Do you
see any Jews? Do you see any Israel?” And he was right. They drove and drove
along the north-bound road. No one stopped them.
“But... how?” asked Sami. No one answered. The answer didn't
seem very important at the moment.
After an hour, taking in the sights of his historic
homeland, Sami thought to ask, “Where are we going?”
“Jaffa,” said Bilaal, gravely.
“Why Jaffa?” asked Sami.
Bilaal produced an ancient key from his pocket. “For my
grandfather.”
The highway to Tel Aviv was completely deserted. The truck
took the exit as they approached the southern neighborhoods of the metropolis
and headed west, toward the sea. The streets were empty. IT was eerie, yet
wonderful all the same. All the while Sami kept thinking he would soon wake up
and he had to keep pinching himself to affirm the reality of the situation.
The slightly dilapidated neighborhoods of south-Tel Aviv
made way and revealed the cream-colored stones of Jaffa. As they entered the
ancient port city, the caravan was suddenly greeted by unexpected signs of
life. The Arabs of Jaffa seemed just as shocked by the sight of the trucks. The
members of the rally descended from their vehicles and tentatively approached
the locals. They were in front of the Aboulafia bakery and they asked for a cool
drink and some bread. Sami joined Bilaal as he approached the bakery's owner
and patriarch. He invited them to sit with him over coffee.
“What happened here?” asked Sami.
“Have you been north to Tel Aviv?” asked Aboulafia.
“No,” answered Bilaal.
“A ghost town.” Aboulafia did not betray any emotion. He
might have been happy or extremely depressed. His expression revealed nothing.
“They simply vanished.”
“So what does this mean?” asked Bilaal. “What does this mean
for Palestine?”
From Jaffa they group pressed east, into the hills, up to
Jerusalem. The western, Jewish neighborhoods were beautiful in their stillness.
It wasn't like a traumatic, conquered city in the wake of a war. There were no
bullet-riddled and pockmarked walls. There were no bodies strewn about. Only
the birds sand and the tree branches rustled as they swayed in the hot, summer
breeze.
The Old City was an entirely different matter. The streets
were full of gaiety and deafening proclamations of joy and victory. Banners
were strewn. The residents had wasted no time. Here, the Gazans encountered
their Jerusalemite brothers, as well as their fellow refugees from Ramallah and
Nablus. A sea of humanity was proceeding, as though carried by a tide, to the
Dome of the Rock. Sami feared that he might be trampled, but by the time they
reached Al Aqsa, it appeared his luck was still holding. As they made their
ascent, Sami looked down at the Western Wall Plaza. The residents of Jerusalem
(or perhaps it had been the young men from the West Bank) had wasted no time in
marking up the wall with graffiti. From atop the Temple Mount, individuals
threw rubbish into the Jewish Quarter... the former Jewish Quarter. This left a
strange taste in Sami's mouth. He could hardly have been accused of caring for the
well being of the Zionist oppressors, yet he felt that this was, nonetheless,
undignified behavior on a day that ought to have represented the redemption of
a nation.
Sami's thought quickly shifted elsewhere. The crowd atop the
Temple Mount began praising Allah and the furor of it all swept Sami into a
euphoric state of ecstasy. There would never be a better day in all his life.
* * *
It was the week after Nakba Day.
Sami was dead, so was Bilaal.
On the first day, the Palestinian Authority in the West Bank
took pause to figure out exactly what had happened. Hamas, taking advantage of
the PA's hesitation, threw all of its militant might into a race to secure as
much territory in the west and south of what had been Israel as possible. This
had stretched its limited forces into an incredibly thin line. The PA, caught
off guard, began a large-scale assault into the Galilee and west. Hamas had
advanced as far north as Ashdod. The PA made a mad dash for Tel Aviv-Yafo. They
had greater numbers and American-trained soldiers. In the south, West Bank
soldiers confronted Gazans at Beersheba as both sides struggled to gain control
over Dimona. Jerusalem had been quickly and easily swallowed up by the PA,
which wasted no time in proclaiming an indivisible capital. In the meantime,
the Arabs of Jaffa, Haifa, Acre and other Israeli cities petitioned the UN and
other international agencies to intervene, lest they come under the control of
the PA – or worse yet, Hamas.
On the second day, Hezbollah poured over the northern border
into Galilee, to the international community's resounding silence. Syrian
troops took back the Golan Heights and raped over one hundred Druze women. Iran
proclaimed the greatness of Allah, who had mysteriously and gloriously saved the
Near East from the Zionist cancer. The CIA informed the President that Iran and
Hezbollah were already discussing a shared condominium in the Galilee. The
White House quickly informed the Kings of Jordan and Saudi Arabia, who signed a
hasty alliance and began to secretly mobilize.
On the third day, the PA and Hamas, in an act of superficial
pragmatism, told their troops to hold fire and to respect their Palestinian
brethren. They preached the message of unity and national liberation for all
Palestinians. However, behind the scenes, the struggle over the reactor in
Dimona continued, with the very real encouragement of both governments. Hamas
took advantage of the official truce to demand access to Jerusalem. The PA
failed to reply immediately. In Amman, the national liberation of the
Palestinian people created a maelstrom of political activity, as
disenfranchised Palestinians took to the streets of Amman, defying the bone
crushing tactics of the King's Bedouin army, to demand their rights in Jordan.
The death toll was incredibly high, prompting a condemnation by the UN, the EU,
the United States and other international organizations.
On the fourth day, the death toll rose in Jordan, as the
previous day's disaster had only spurred wider protests. Hamas declared that,
unlike the hesitant PA, it would take “all necessary measures” to liberate the
Palestinians of Jordan and any neighboring states where they might be
persecuted. Although the King of Jordan would normally have ignored such
threats, Hamas simultaneously announced with suggestive language that it had
just secured a strategic goal in the Negev desert. This statement was untrue
and the neighboring Arab states knew it to be untrue, but the pronouncement
only encouraged them to make sure that Dimona would NEVER enter Palestinian
hands. The Jordan-Saudi alliance made contact with Egypt, promising it vast
territory in the Negev in return for military assistance in Gaza. Hezbollah
came into conflict with the PA in Galilee, prompting incendiary words from the Iranian
President.
On the fifth day, Jordan invaded Palestine with two armies.
The northern army entered the West Bank via the Allenby crossing; the southern
army invaded just south of the Dead Sea and set a course for Dimona. A Saudi
division invaded the Galilee from Jordanian territory. Egypt began moving
greater numbers of troops into the Sinai and began an aerial bombardment of
Gaza. The Rafah crossing was shut and the tunnels into Egypt were blown up.
Hamas initiated a reign of terror within Gaza and its holdings along the
coastal strip of what had been Israel. It conscripted men and boys of all ages
into the Holy War against the aggressors. Sami and Bilaal were among them.
Syria remained neutral, having won its prize in the Golan – although pressure from
Iran to join in on the side of Hezbollah against the Jordan-Saudi alliance was
great. The UN demanded a ceasefire from all sides which was ignored. Then the
UN declared a humanitarian crisis. Palestinian activist groups on American
college campuses held demonstrations blaming Israel for the mounting death
toll.
On the sixth day, Sami and Bilaal, who through it all had
somehow remained together, found themselves surrendering to a Jordanian
division. They removed their keffiyehs and waved them in the air to signify
their lack of resistance. They hadn't even been given weapons with which to
fight. The Jordanians tied them up and were about to take them as prisoners
behind the front line, when a massive militant attack caught the division
unaware. The Jordanians moved out with haste, abandoning Sami and Bilaal. When
the Hamas militants found the two, they beheaded them for treachery. An hour
later, the Jordanians retook the position.
At this point, the PA petitioned the United States for
assistance. Jordan and Saudi Arabia had already demanded American neutrality.
Both the White House and Congress made a great deal of noise over the “situation” in the Middle East, but stayed
their hand when it came to taking action. The President knew, however, that the
current developments were untenable and that sooner than later he would have to
make a decision.
However, that was not to be. On the seventh day, as quite
often happens in Near Eastern history, the people were granted a rest. Jordan
held a jagged line, extending from the southern end of the Dead Sea, between
Oron and Dimona, south of Beersheba, up to the Gaza Strip. Egypt held the Gaza
Strip and the Negev, south of Jordan's line. In the north, Jordan held an
arched line which hugged the south-western coast of the Sea of Galilee,
encompassed Tiberias and met the Mediterranean Sea at Haifa. Most of the
Galilee was held by Hezbollah, which in coming years would try to establish
itself as a respectable, sovereign country between Jordan and Lebanon, but this
would ultimately lead to a conflict with Iran, which did not want any pretense
of Hezbollah autonomy. Jordan and Egypt would scuffle about who deserved to
hold Dimona. Ultimately, both caved to international (American) pressure to
internationalize (Americanize) a corridor, beginning at the port of Gaza and
running through Beersheba, ending at Dimona.
The issue of water for the surviving residents of Palestine
became contentious. Egypt and Jordan became too preoccupied with their border
dispute on the Gulf of Aqaba to cooperate on desalination and other
purification schemes. Life in Palestine became quite backward and disorganized.
Aside from Jerusalem, in which the Jordanians took special pride, the
development of the land became a distant after thought. The port cities along
the coast were of some tourist value, but tourism waned in the wake of the war
and in lieu of any credible infrastructure. The economy tumbled and many
residents began to leave for other parts of Egypt and Jordan. Roaming Bedouin
tribes spread into the dangerous passes of the Negev and eastern Sinai.
On the whole, the Arabs of Palestine were contented to
accept Jordanian citizenship when it was finally offered them on the condition
that they recognize no sovereign or autonomous Palestinian authority.
Syria, from its position on the Golan Heights, began
shelling Tiberias and creating a general nuisance in the region. This, coupled
with the persistent launch of missiles into Haifa from the
Hezbollah/Iran-dominated Galilee, led to numerous wars. Some of these wars
demanded American involvement. As a result of these wars the cost of oil
continued to rise. All the while, the land that was once Israel continued to
become more and more bare, emptying of its inhabitants.
A century later, when the land had only a few hundred
thousand people living in it, something happened. One day, as mysteriously as
they had vanished, the Jews suddenly reappeared.