my thought on the Israeli/Palestinian conflict

my first afternoon in the holy land I was talking to him, cigarette in hand, looking at the changing colors of the Israeli countryside during sunset when I first heard the Islamic call to prayer booming from the minarets. My mouth fell open, I was in awe. The melody echoed through the valley , and I was left speechless at the sheer beauty of a valley basking in music and at the realization that every practicing Muslim in the world was prostrating themselves at this very moment. I wished to be a part of a religion that partook in something so beautiful and uniting. I thought about a conversation I’d had, a shared experience. Something everyone does, and everyone knows everyone else is doing it at that exact same moment. There is something so powerful about knowing every muslim in the world was prostrating themselves to God in that very moment.