Shabbat Shalom everyone,
Though this is borderline politics I just cannot keep it from you for I had a good laugh about it. I know it’s supposed to be something rather to cry about yet there’s no use with crying so I stick to laughing. That at least floods the body with oxygen and serotonine and thereby can add months and years to your live and undo some of the damage done by things that really make you feel … well … less comfortable.
So here is Hamas TV’s Grandpa having a chat with his grandson Assud the Bunny telling him about Tel Al-Rabi, where he used to grow up and the awful truth about what happened to it and all the rest of the State (!) of Palestine … well … from his perspecitve. This is no more no less then Hamas TV’s Mickey Mouse as we have come to know it. (Actually I’ve seen way worse there …)
Assud the Bunny: Grandpa, where did you live? In what city?
Grandpa: We used to live in the most beautiful place in Palestine.
Grandpa: My dear, you’ve never seen such a place. I used to live in Tel Al-Rabi’ [the Arab word for “spring,” which is “Aviv” in Hebrew]. What a beautiful place. My God, when I recall Tel Al-Rabi’, which the Zionists have called…
Assud: There’s no such place called Tel Al-Rabi’. What’s the matter, Grandpa? Have you gone senile?
Grandpa: I’m not senile. My head is working just fine. How can you say I’m senile? This place was called Tel Al-Rabi’, but the Zionists and Jews Hebraicized the name to “Tel Aviv.” Where did this “Tel Aviv” come from? It has been Tel Al-Rabi’ for generations, on the land of Palestine, right next to Yafa. How can you say I’ve gone senile? I know this. My head still works just fine. Are you trying to confuse me? I’m not senile yet. I have documents and proof. I have all the papers here. The documents are right here with me. How can you say I’m senile? I have all the documents with me. Here they are. Everything is here, from the days of the British and even before. This is our land, as well as the fields, the trees, and the houses. I can even show you the key. You’re calling me senile? I have proof.
Assud: Forgive me, Grandpa, it’s not our fault. It’s the fault of the school curricula, which did not teach us that Tel Aviv is in fact Tel Al-Rabi’, and vice versa.
Grandpa: No, my dear, take it from me. I know, and I have the papers and the land deeds. The name Tel Al-Rabi’ has been forged by the Jews and Hebraicized to “Tel Aviv.” They invented all these names. “Ashdod” is, in fact, Isdud. “Ashkelon” is, in fact, Al-Majdal. Where did they get these names? Al-Sab’ is called “Beer Sheva”! It’s all a lie. There are all pseudonyms. Yafa, Al-Lydd, Al-Ramla, Al-Sab’ – they changed all these names and Hebraicized them, and now they say: That’s Tel Al-Rabi’? There is no such thing. It’s Tel Aviv. It’s all a lie. All these names were Hebraicized by the Jews.