Finding Peace in the Middle East, and Within Growing up in divided Jerusalem, Palestinian philosopher and peace activist Sari Nusseibeh eventually came to see Palestinians and Israelis not as enemies, but as natural allies. His new memoir dramatically details his displaced life, and how he became an insider in the struggle for peace.

Finding Peace in the Middle East, and Within

Finding Peace in the Middle East, and Within

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Palestinian philosophy professor and political activist Sari Nusseibeh draws on his 1,300 year-old roots in his account of a Palestinian life in Jerusalem. Rina Castelnuovo hide caption

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Palestinian philosopher and peace activist Sari Nusseibeh was born shortly after the creation of the State of Israel — or what many Palestinians call the "Nakba" or "Catastrophe."

Their fates have been entangled ever since.

As a child in divided Jerusalem, Nusseibeh gazed out his window at a shoot-to-kill zone just beyond his garden wall. That no man's land separated Palestinian Arabs in East Jerusalem from Jewish Israelis in West Jerusalem. Beyond that wall, thought the young Nusseibeh, was the enemy.

As an adult, however, Nusseibeh came to see Palestinians and Israelis not as enemies, but as natural allies. He's held fast to that view over decades spent as a teacher, a university president and an advocate of Palestinian sovereignty and negotiated peace with Israel.

Nusseibeh tells Jacki Lyden how he used his training as a philosopher to explore the value of freedom with his students, many of whom spent time in prison during the Palestinian Intifada of the late 1980s. His own role during that uprising was crucial, as he engaged in an underground media campaign to channel people's energy toward acts of sovereignty rather than acts of violence.

Through the clandestine publication of leaflets that appeared like clockwork each month, Nusseibeh and his collaborators directed the average Palestinian on how to disengage from the Israeli economy. Nusseibeh believed then and now that if people use their minds and wills, they can achieve anything, even political liberty.

"The prisoner," he writes, "does not receive inner freedom from his master, he seizes it without asking permission. Palestinians need to seize sovereignty."

Speaking with Jacki Lyden, Nusseibeh confesses he's a bit depressed at the moment. In his mind, the second Palestinian uprising was a disaster and the Palestinian leadership has failed to deliver the government for which its people fought.

But, he says, he thinks this depression is a passing feeling. His memoir, Once Upon A Country, is not about a country now consigned to the realm of fantasy. He says it's also about the country that can still be.

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Excerpt: 'Once Upon a Country: A Palestinian Life'

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Almost forty years ago the Israeli army conquered Jerusalem, a city my family had lived in since the days of Omar the Great, and soon afterward I fell in love with Lucy. Everyone agreed at the time, including the two of us, that it was an odd match. We were both students at Oxford, which at least on the surface was where our similarities ended. Lucy was the daughter of John Austin, one of England's mightiest modern philosophers, and I was the nineteen-year-old son of a man who had spent the last twenty years serving a Jordanian-administered Palestine, an entity recently wiped off the map in six brief days. Lucy was expected to marry into the British intelligentsia and to pursue a dazzling academic career of her own. By contrast, I no longer had a country, and the old ruling class my father represented had been plunged into a crisis from which it would never recover. The children of the privileged and educated, including all five of my siblings, began heading for the exits.

Had I intended to stay in exile, the love that Lucy and I shared perhaps would have raised fewer eyebrows. But I wanted to return, and I wanted her to go with me. But how do you ask the daughter of a famous Oxford don to follow you to the war-scarred, embattled, poor, and occupied city of Jerusalem? How do you break the news that your fate will be tied to one of the most volatile corners on the planet, with two major wars in its recent history and the Arab leaders worldwide calling for another? It seemed too preposterous even to try, so I wrote a fairy tale instead.

It was second nature for me to use myth to get across something so important. At the time I was, as I remain, under the thrall of Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, for in it I saw how a children's yarn could say more than a dozen philosophical treatises.

Fairy tales are also in my blood, and how could it be otherwise, with my having been raised surrounded by such a timeless and magical landscape? When my ancestors arrived in Jerusalem from Arabia thirteen centuries ago, the city's history was already so hallowed by time—and of course by the ancient Jewish prophets who once roamed its streets—that it left the newcomers from the desert in awe. That awe was so strong that as a child 1,300 years later, I couldn't walk to the corner market without feeling it all the way to my fingertips. Sometimes, when I watched my uncle's camels graze among ruins of Suq al-Khawajat, or Goldsmith's Souk, which had belonged to the Nusseibehs from time immemorial, the sensation of being a character in an ancient story swept through me—as it did when I watched a different uncle, the doorkeeper of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, take a foot-long skeleton key and, as in the story that my Christian friends told me of St. Peter and the Pearly Gates, unlock a door thick enough to withstand a battering ram. In a city whose lanes were too narrow and crooked for a tank, this massive oak door still gave off a sense of impenetrability.

After snatching the city away from the Byzantine Empire in the seventh century, Omar the Great made our family's ancestor High Judge of Jerusalem, and from that point on my family has served the Holy City as judges, teachers, Sufi sages, politicians, and as doorkeepers to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher.

With all this in my background, my fairy tale's first line was as truthful as it was unsubtle: "Oh how I wish I could go to the Holy Land." The rest of the story is about an angel on a flying donkey who takes an English girl named Louise on a ride to Jerusalem. The model for my story was Mohammed's Night Journey to Jerusalem, my favorite childhood fable. One evening the Prophet mounted a winged steed named al-Burak, Arabic for "lightning," and took a magical trip that over time would inspire the tales of flying carpets. Apart from the revelation of the Koran, in the only miracle ever associated with the Muslim prophet, Mohammed flew on al-Burak's back over the endless dunes and rock deserts of Arabia to a land described in the Koran as holy and blessed.

The destination of the Night Journey was the site of Solomon's ancient temple in Jerusalem and the place, according to Jewish tradition, of Abraham's sacrifice. To be more precise, he and his steed landed on the rock where some say Adam was created, and where he first set foot on earth after his expulsion from Paradise. (They'll also tell you that if you look closely enough, you'll see his footprints.) It is from that rock that the Prophet then ascended to heaven to receive instructions for the Abrahamic message of Islam, or faith in the one God.

In the yarn I wrote for Lucy, after an angel wearing a turban and riding the magical donkey whisks Louise away to Jerusalem, she meets a variety of characters, including Mr. Seems, who is never what he seems to be. Another figure she encounters stands guard at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. Since the time of the Crusades, this knight of the Holy Sepulcher has been asleep at the same spot, as rigid as the tin man in The Wizard of Oz, and just as teary eyed, because a thousand years ago he vowed not to budge until there was peace in the Holy Land.

While at Oxford, I never finished the tale. I got Louise as far as Jerusalem, but I couldn't figure out what to do with her once she arrived. Would she help awaken the Crusader knight outside the Holy Sepulcher? Would she help bring peace to the Holy Land? I was stumped.

Excerpted from Once Upon a Country: A Palestinian Life by Sari Nusseibeh with Anthony David. Copyright © 2007 by Sari Nusseibeh. Published in April 2007 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. All rights reserved.

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