It was such a good and fruitful day. You know, those days when you get out of the house in the morning with your "to do" list and actually outdo yourself and get much more done? Well, it was one of those days. I went to the office, and got tons of work done. In the evening, I went with my parents to Kufr Manda to help them pick new tiles for their bathroom, which was an extremely difficult task, but accomplished successfully.

By the time we got back to Haifa it was eight thirty in the evening, and I took a nice walk back home from my parents' house, meeting my daughter and two dogs halfway. On the way, I bought some cornflakes.

As we were nearing our house, I had a satisfying feeling of being tired. A good kind of tiredness from having a productive day. And then I saw it. At the entrance to our building - a car with a finger-written message on its unwashed back window. Normally it would say something like "wash me please." But this one was different. It said "Death to Arabs."

But of course we are immune to these graffiti, aren't we? After all, we see them all over. So what was so different about this particular one? It instantly threw me off my delicately balanced mental state. No, it wasn't panic. It wasn't surprise either. Nor fear. I can't quite put my finger on the emotion I felt at reading the words. But it was very disturbing emotionally and mentally. My first reaction was to look in the direction of my daughter, who was walking in front of me. I felt relieved that she didn't pay attention to it - she was looking straight ahead, being pulled by our two dogs. Then I looked around - for what of for whom, I don't know. The words and the strong emotions they evoked accompanied me to bed. This was two days ago. Tonight, the car is still parked right at the entrance to our building. The word "Arabs" was erased, leaving only "death to."

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Dear, years back my people will say what is this world turning to? But these days the question, whether rhetorical or not has changed to what has the World turned to? My fear is now the hatred and hostility that we are planting in our children! Invaariably, when we plant breeze we will definitely harvest storm but my prayer is that humanity will find joy in being human and loving fellows and other creatures alike. I can imagine your fear for yourslean your daughter and the world at large, at how you will answer her questions if she could see and read the inscription, yesterday I was telling my five year old daughter to stop eating chewinhg gum, that it is bad for her teeth, she looked straight at me and asked, mum if it is bad for our teeth why are they still producing and selling them? May the world know peace so much that we will be confident of and for hunanity. One love, one World my dear sister and friend.

Olutosin Oladosu Adebowale Founder/Project Coordinator Star of Hope Transformation Centre 512 Road F Close Festac Town Lagos-Nigeria https:

It's really an emotion not the scary one but yet it doesn't leave the stable on the mind. At the time when we are busy in living our lives in a simple and own way , if somebody tries to unbalanced it or just effects the stability , its really hard to ignore it. Your story seems so simple while reading but it really have the deeper facts in it.

May god bless all of you.And please keep on sharing the stories.


Nilima from Nepal

Actions like writing this on the car are done out of fear, because what is hatred but fear at its deepest center? We cannot hate what we don't care about. We either hate what we love, or we hate what we fear. Fear is what keeps the deepest issues our world faces going. As individuals and as nations, if we can rise above fear, we can do anything.

And how do we kill fear? Most would say through love. I don't know how that would be possible in a place like Palestine. I'm certain that if I were Palestinian, I would feel both fear and hatred coursing through me at every moment. All I can say as an outsider is that I'm sorry for your situation, and all I can do is encourage you to latch onto every friendship, every kind word, every moment of love or human connection that reminds you of the good in the world. Love is for the brave. Everybody feels fear, but the weak turn their fear into hate.

The person who wrote that on the car was weak, and they have furthered a message of hate. Thank you for counteracting their message and turning it into something positive by writing about it.

Dear Khulud,

I can see you looking at the car window.

The feeling of helplessness can be so killing. Even after not being afraid of things, the realisation of being unable to do anything about it can to too much to bear at times. That is what is happening currently at my place. It's no consolation I know.


With best wishes, 

Nusrat Ara

WorldPulse Community Champion 

Environment Group