Wednesday, May 02, 2007

SWITCHING OPERATIONS

We are switching operations to another blog address. Hopefully we will get a number of solid contributions over there. The idea is general reflections on the situation in the Middle East. A good article just went up on Somalia and Palestine. The address is as follows: http://kafikr.blogspot.com

Saturday, April 21, 2007

PLEASING THE GODS

WHAT ARE THEY FIGHTING OVER?

Of the many ways in which the peace process between Israel and its neighboring countries and occupied territories is being tied up, the right of return for Palestinians may seem the biggest and tightest knot of them all. For no doubt the Israeli powers would never allow such a thing, a diluting followed by the disappearance of an exclusively or at least majority Jewish state. Nor will the Syrian or Palestinian authorities easily give up such a claim, not unless something very juicy is offered in return.

Let us not be confused: a large number of Palestinians in Syria are now on their second generation outside of Palestine, that is, the generation coming of age is Syrian-born and has not once been in Palestine (they are not allowed in). That is, they are integrated, despite identifying themselves as is stipulated in their identity cards: "Palestinian." While this does not detract from the ethical considerations regarding the right to return, it does allow us to consider the Syrian position in purely analytical terms. In other words, we may see Syria's commitment to Palestinian right of return as a bargaining chip rather than as a moral stance.

That juicy something for which Syria may agree to recognize Israel and thus renounce Palestinian right of return, is, of course, the return of the Golan Heights. Everything else are details that can be worked out between the two. Syrian claims on the Golan are fairly clear, as the land was seized by force in 1967 and annexed unilaterally by Israel in 1981, and thus in Syrian eyes should be returned if international law is to have any consequence on inter-state relations. Unfortunately, the law of the jungle is Israel's preferred modus operandi.

This is not to say that Israel or the complicit American government are barbarians who see no value in a set of rules that may yield positive-sum results for humanity, but rather that peace is too steep a price to pay for sharing -much less returning- the Golan heights and its surrounding area. One route toward finding the reason behind this winds up the skirts of the snowcapped mountain known as Mount Hermon.

The name Mount Hermon refers to a series of snow-capped peaks you see in the top picture, shared between Syria, Israel and Lebanon (between Syria and Lebanon by the yellow line, between Syria and Israel by the left-most orange line). The highest peak, at the northeast edge of the mountains, is known in Syria as the Sheikh Mountain (Jebel al-Sheikh), its near year-round snowcap resembling a sheikh's white turban. The second patch of snow, to the southeast, is actually two spiky peaks which are controlled by Israel, as indicated by the orange line. On the west skirt of these peaks are the Shab'a farms.

The fertile plain of Syrian-controlled Jebel al-Sheikh

Directly behind the Syrian truck is the Israeli-controlled area of Mount Hermon

The mountain bleeds water. Hundreds of springs gush from the mountainside practically all year round, though much of it is now being diverted to the southwest. From its summits, provided there are no clouds blocking the view below, one can no doubt survey the Damascus plain, the Beka' valley, the Golan Heights and likely much, much more of arguably the most political sensitive area in the world. The mountain feeds into Lake Tiberias, leaking into the Jordan River, and finally trudging into the Dead Sea. The life it sustains is diverse. A partial list of the crops grown on its foothills may include: apple, plum, apricot, peach, grape, pomegranate, olive, almond, pecan, potato, carrot, tomato, cabbage, beans, peas, wheat. This diversity also applies to the people living in its environs. We can look at it in confessional terms: Sunni Muslim, Shia' Muslim, Christian, Jewish, and Druze towns within a few kilometers of each other (with atheists surely interspersed within each). Or in national terms: Syrians, Israelis, Palestinians, Lebanese and the number of nationalities represented by the U.N. peacekeepers stationed around it, be it in the newly revamped UNIFIL on the Lebanese side or the veteran UNDOF in the Golan.


As things stand now, the mountain is awkwardly divided into three. It is a tenuous and geographically illogical frontier, but one that, understandably, no party is willing to budge on. The struggle for control over Mount Hermon is instructive of the nature of the Middle East conflict, or at the very least of an important aspect of this conflict, the fight over scarce natural resources. As population density and the impact thereof make these resources even more valuable, and as international norms continue to be flaunted and negotiation cast aside, how fierce will the battle over this mountain become? And at what cost?

Mount Hermon is the heart of the Levant, its rivers the veins, and we people are the virus. Either we will destroy our host, it will destroy us, or we will somehow mutate into something benign that learns to coexist with its environment. With the first option being the least likely, we armchair commentators can now take our respective place, be it with the optimists or the pessimists, and continue to watch events unfold.

Yet being mere spectators will likely bring about the least favorable outcome. Rather than literal self-annihilation, our host will destroy us by watching us destroy our humanity, destroy all that philosophers, poets, artists, and thinkers have for long told us is "good," that which pleases the gods if you will. Knowing "right" from "wrong," knowing what is "just," does not require an exegesis, as it is part of what we have for many centuries considered to be shared knowledge, something that a majority of people making the rounds on this planet learned at an early age. Optimists will note that we have over time created and perfected mechanisms which allow us to reach outcomes that are just, outcomes that please the gods, and the trajectory of humanity will lead to these mechanisms becoming further entrenched in our shared conscience.

And however one puts it, whether it is the gods that dwell within Mount Hermon, or the mountain that is the gods, it is quite easy to imagine their displeasure. How then can we please them?

Returning Israeli-occupied Golan to Syria and allowing Palestinians to return to the lands they were expelled from or forced to abandon over the past half-century may be just, but doing so would bequeath additional injustice that could only be redressed through further injustice. And one thing the gods do not like is the introduction of further injustice into the world. In no way is this meant to justify the misery which Palestinians have been put through. We must, though, begin where we are and work our way back.

Intelligent and thoughtful people will continue in their attempts to find a just solution to these problems, a solution that best redresses past injustice without further displeasing the gods. Yet it is fixing the past that will be most difficult, if it is even possible. Therefore let us begin with the present.

For those of us concerned with the Middle East, those that wish for this region's immense potential to be fulfilled, and limiting ourselves to the small region being discussed (for we have many requests about the occupied territories and beyond) we ask the gods for two simple things: first, we ask that Israel stop building settlements on occupied territory, as these settlements displease the gods; second, we ask that there be no war in the Middle East this summer, as wars displease the gods. You may call these our requests, but actually they are requirements to push us away from the precipice. Ideally we are at the stage where previous injustice can be redressed. Let us begin with what is ahead, and work of way back. Those are our requests. We hope that Mount Hermon is listening.

Friday, February 09, 2007

AN INTERESTING TALK

JAWDAT SAID

The other day I had the fortune, through a friend of a friend, of going to a talk given by Sheikh Jawdat Said. We were to meet in the evening at a Mosque on the outskirts of Damascus. When we arrived the mosque was empty. The directions said: go to "a mosque on the main street with a pharmacy next to it." We were on the main street, and there was a pharmacy there, but there was also two pharmacies on the next block, and pharmacy after pharmacy thereafter. We asked and were told there was a mosque around the corner. As we walked out to look for it, we saw a slight man, around 70 years old, calmly strolling toward us, hands behind his back, wearing a Russian-style fur hat. That was Jawdat Said.

We walked back into the mosque, and Jawdat (I do not mean to imply familiarity by using his first name) kneeled next to us and, smiling, began talking about Toynbee. He told us they were going to go pray and we could go watch, or we could wait around, since they wouldn't be long.

Rather than pretend to know the biographical and intellectual details, I direct you to his website, where you can find an article of his in English (Law and Religion), as well as a video about him with subtitles.

We proceeded to someone's apartment, near the mosque, where a group of about thirty men and women were sitting in a room, waiting for the Sheikh. There were some plastic chairs at the front of the room, where Jawdat, myself and my friend all sat. We were, after all, guests of honor.

The impression one gets studying the Arab Muslim World from the outside is that it is an intellectual semi-wasteland devoid of serious thinking on religious reform and short on intellectual output. This is false on both fronts. I am only at the tip of the iceberg, but my impression is that there is an intellectual vitality and curiosity going on below the radar. One just has to find it.

I want to try to resume briefly what he spoke about, as I found the words to be reassuring, enlightened, and quite interesting. Also not the kind of words generally spoken by a Sheikh trained in Al-Azhar.

The intellectual problem that Jawdat wanted to present during the talk was on how religion can move from the realm of miracles and the supernatural into the realm of science and knowledge. Science, he noted, began in the realm of the supernatural. Once the supernatural -for example fire or the sun- was understood, it became public domain. Our age is the age of science, but despite this, he lamented, most Muslims have kept religion in the realm of the supernatural. If someone now claims to speak to God, we will ask for proof. We have moved from the age of miracles to the age of science, but most Muslims have resisted this reality.

That which moves from the realm of the supernatural to that of science becomes universal, it no longer belongs to a single group, but belongs to all of humanity. If we translate this notion into political terms we are led to democracy, which is a representative system wherein no minority group has veto power over others. Thus the idea of the veto, wherein a group can impose its will on others, is anathema to what we should be thriving after. This subtly leads us into the realm of politics: Muslim countries should not belong to any institution that allows one group to veto the voice of others, according to the sheikh. This website is inspired by his idea.

I must note that much of the points he made were backed up by citing Biblical and Quranic verses, and that the whole framework was not independent of Islamic dogma, the nuances of which escape me. To cite an example, though, this interpretation posits that in the age of science idolatry is the idea that you can control others by force. Weapons, particularly, are false gods. The Quranic condemnation of idolatry, when transferred to our age, does not refer to the worship of saints or images but rather to the false gods of weapons and violence.

Sheikh Jawdat mentioned a time when he was abroad and sat down with some Mormons. They tried to create a common bond with him by mentioning doctrinal similarities between them and Muslims. At the end, the Mormons tried to get reassurance that Islam was not so far from them after all. To this he replied that the only thing he knew about religion was that it asks you to treat others as you would like them to treat you. If that was a basic precept to Mormons then there were certainly doctrinal similarities.

At one point during his explanation of the shared goal in all religions, a woman asked a question seeming to imply that some groups had an incorrect understanding of Islam, based on doctrinal differences. He begged her to understand the essence of what he was saying. You ask about the right approach to religion, he asked, you want to know what the proper religion is? It is the European Union, he said. Why? Because it is founded on an aversion to violence as a means of resolving conflicts between neighbors, and has legislated to abolish capital punishment. That is the true religion.

Rarely have I seen such optimism about world affairs. That which is good will stay, according to Sheikh Jawdat, and that which is not will disappear. And what is good is posited in the essence of religion. His principal message was for people to read history, to educate themselves, and to understand the world around them.

I have done a major disservice to his lecture by attempting to summarize it so quickly, but I think the general points should be listened to carefully, as this is a side of Islam which most of us have never before encountered and which, I believe, is a most healthy, positive and interesting one. I hope to be able to hear more such thoughts, and I will certainly take more careful notes next time.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

SOME PICS

PHOTOS

Here are some pics from the north terrace.


THE MOTHERSHIP: Thank you oh mothership for your weak and sporadic but free wireless connection beamed well beyond floors 11 and 14.


JEBEL KASSIOUM: Oh heart and soul of Damascus, will you be able to keep urban sprawl at bay?


CORNER OF TERRACE: Looks kind of like vacation home . . . if only it felt like vacation . . .

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

PERSONAL UPDATE

PERSONAL UPDATE

It's been a long time since I wrote anything here and due to time constraints I won't try to catch up too much. For a brief summary, though, the first semester finally ended in mid-December. For most of that month I was holed up in my room, with the heater on, wearing sweaters and scarves, socks and a wool hat, studying and drinking tea, dreading the frigid walk through the patio to use the bathroom or kitchen. Arabic-style houses have their charm, but it kind of wears off with the cold, which probably explains the dwindling number of such houses (or the roof that most of the restored ones have covering the patio).

I didn't get hypothermia, or even a cold, and managed to crank out my first medium-sized paper in Arabic, about Muslim responses to scientific accounts of creation (both evolution theory and big bang theory). Sounds much more impressive than it was, but nonetheless a satisfying accomplishment, so much so that I'll paste a partially random paragraph from it right here (you can run it through Google translator or something, see what turns out) ---

الموقف الوسط من الممكن نعتبره نتيجة من أفكار ابن رشد الذي رفض فكرة عدم التناقض بين الحقائق الدينية والعلمية. وكما لاحظنا سابقاً الفكرة هي أن النظريات العلمية تتلاءم مع معتقدات الدينية إذا كان تفسير الدين صحيح. ومن الطبع أن هذا القول كان أسهل عند ابن رشد بسبب الفقر النسبي للعلم في ذلك الوقت. ولكن حتى الآن ومع أن عددهم قليل هناك الذين يظنون أن أحكام الدين لا تتصادم مع الحقائق العلمية وخصوصا في الإسلام هم يذهبون إلى القول بأن نظرية التطور لا تتعارض مع أحكام القرآن.

So once I was done with the semester I had the fortune of packing up my bags and taking a flight to Bangkok, where I met Miriam. We spent a bit over two weeks traveling around Thailand and Laos, and I will not go into details out of laziness and with the pretext that this blog is intended to be about Syria and the Middle East. I will let you in on a secret, though: go to Laos, soon, it's amazing, and "unspoiled."

In fact for those of us who grew up in the "third world" Laos's capital Vientiane (pronounced nothing like the spelling) is quite familiar: it looks like medium and somewhat large cities in Mexico, Morocco, Syria, and countless other places looked like around 20 years ago, before urban migration, widespread availability of credit, increased car sales, ubiquity of franchises and general population growth transformed charming, quiet little cities into crowded, polluted big cities. So if you get nostalgia for how your city once was, go to Vientiane, get a flight to Bangkok and then take a train up to the border. You will not regret it.

Before that trip, eastern Damascus was the furthest east I had ever been. It was an amazing feel, then, looking out the window and being able to see: Saudi Arabia! Oman! India! The World! (you know, those man-made islands off the coast of Dubai).

On the way back I sat next to this older couple from Saudi Arabia. The man didn't seem like a frequent flyer: when the person in front of him leaned his seat back he grabbed the seat and shook it violently, trying to push it back to the upright position. He browsed the airline magazine in the seat pocket in front of you, upside down. So when it came time to do immigration cards he asked me if I could fill his and his wife's out for them. I've never filled mine out in Arabic, but I did with his, with nervous, child-like handwriting, full of misspellings. Once we had arrived to Syria I did peek over while waiting in line and saw that he had made it through passport control.

The Syrian airport was a mess when we arrived. On one of the carrousels there were three rows worth of people crowded around the thing, scrunched up against one another, yelling like salesmen in the market. They were grabbing and pushing against each other, blowing their nose on the ground and wiping it on their neighbor, most of them dressed in Bedouin garb (I'm exaggerating, I only saw two people do this). Our stuff was on the middle carrousel, and on the other side was a carrousel with no people around it but cranking out a stream of big jugs of water in plastic bags which an airport employee would then remove and put to the side. So there were plastic jugs everywhere. I later realized that this was water from Mecca, from people coming from the Hajj.

Anyway back in Damascus and it's freezing. My sister is here now and I have finally wrested myself away from the old house. The new place could not be more different: it is small, in a very upscale neighborhood, with lots of sun and a huge terrace. I welcome the change. When standing in the right place, there is sporadic wireless internet connection from a distant hotel.

We are on the top floor of a building, and have a great view. There is a roofed terrace with a separate door on one side of the apartment, and a smaller, enclosed terrace on the other side. The house is small, and looks like a vacation home. The owner lives downstairs, and my favorite restaurant is right around the corner. It has been cold and rainy, and they say that in February it can rain for a couple hours, then sunny, then rain again (as it has been doing today), still cold. Come March, though, this house will be perfect. We are pretty much in the center of the city.

I want to post some images but am having trouble with the connection. I will post them soon.

I started an internship at a publishing house called Dar al-Mada. I think it is the largest non-religious publisher in Syria, and they have tons of important Arabic works and translations to their credit. It is a great place, as there is always a stream of characters coming by for one reason or another (or no reason at all). I only started last week, and hope there will be enough for me to do there. I was having delusions of grandeur the other day, of proposing to translate Wittgenstein into Arabic and they could publish it if it's good, but then yesterday I printed out the Tractatus. It would take years. As far as I know, though, Wittgenstein has not been translated into Arabic. That situation should be remedied.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Somalia's Toils Begin Again

"But lit up by the flames, they became latest victims of America's war on terror."

There has been very little to be found in American newspapers of the recent American aerial bombardment of what the Pentagon claimed were camps of suspects of the 1998 American embassy bombings in Kenya and Tanzania that killed more than 250. Mention of the attacks in the New York Times were brief and focused on (what turned out the following day to be false) statements made by the American Ambassador in Kenya in which he disputed as false reports of civilian deaths. Yet massive numbers of dead and wounded have now been confirmed, facts that have to date not made their way into the American media.

In reports from the British newspaper, The Independent, stating sources from UN refugee organizations and on the ground Somali officials, between 70 and 150 Somalis civilians were killed, and another 100 to 850 wounded in two separate attacks on small villages on the Kenyan border. The same Somali official stated that everyday new reports were coming in, and that “the numbers were expected to rise.”

These unprovoked and cowardly aerial attacks on a sovereign nation that has not had a functioning government, and suffered from economic and nutritional impoverishment for some 15 years has now sadly become part and parcel of American policy in the 21st century. Again we see the selection of a prone and defenseless country in which American technological military dominance is unleashed outside of any international constrictions or approbation. And, sadly, the victims of this policy are the weakest, the most recent in Somalia being families of nomads, included women, children and elderly people. We have long of course witnessed this in Iraq, where the “body count” of the civilian dead is no longer newsworthy amidst the din of voices discussing the Bush administration’s or the Iraq Study Group’s newest ideas to free the United States from its poorly managed war with some sense of dignity, most of which takes the course of blaming the victims, namely the Iraqis).

The recent American attacks on Somalia are however not surpising, but simply a part of an older Pentagon policy put into place by Donald Rumsfeld immediately following 9/11. The policy in essence arrogates to the Pentagon the authority to “hunt and kill terrorism suspects around the globe.” Mind you, these are “suspects,” in terrorist activities whose guilt or innocence does not play a factor in their selection by the Pentagon as “legitimate” targets.

The astronomical arrogance and criminality, according to international law on the sovereignty of states, of this Pentagon directive erases lines delimiting war zones from non-combat zones. This in essence makes any country in which a “suspected” terrorist may reside a legitimate arena for American military aggression, and “blurs the lines between soldiers and spies.”

In doing so however, one should not assume that the breadth of Pentagon authority to engage in military action on a global scale actually includes all nations. For only those outside of the West need be concerned that their sovereignty will be violated due to the “suspected” actions of an infinitesimally small number of their inhabitants. Britain need never fear that it will see the bombardment of London due to Richard Reed, the "shoe bomber,” calling it home, or that suicide flights en route for the US were to have originated in the UK. Germany need never be concerned that Hamburg may be selected for aerial attack due to its being a home for the perpetrators of the 9/11 tragedy. Spain, Italy, Turkey, all of which have had on their soil “suspected” and confirmed terrorists, are not under threat of American bombardment. It is only those countries which are non-Western and defenseless that are under threat. And it is only the weakest among those in these weak states that are to pay the price.
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NOTE: For a raw and prescient article on American involvement in Somalia from 1992, one in which the extraordinary racism that I feel underlines the breadth of recent American military action in the Third World, one would do well to view the following link.

http://comment.independent.co.uk/commentators/article2149729.ece

Saturday, November 25, 2006

WORRY WE SHOULD

ON LEBANON

Shortly after arriving here, about six months ago, I began making plans to visit Lebanon; my planning was inauspicious, as the weekend I chose for my visit coincided with the beginning of Israeli bombing of the country. I finally did get there one month after the end of the bombing, coinciding with the Hizbullah rally to celebrate the war's unexpected result. Since then I had been hoping to return and had agreed with a friend on a visit to coincide with Thanksgiving. As it happens the opposition groups (Hizbullah, Amal, Free Patriotic Movement) were planning mass protests over that weekend, though that alone did not seem like reason enough to postpone the trip, as the protests were to be peaceful. Things were complicated when last Tuesday, as we all know by now, Lebanese minister of industry Pierre Gemayel was shot to death in broad daylight.

So on Tuesday evening television newscasts were flooded with Lebanese sectarian bosses and political analysts and marginal politicians giving their take on the killing. For obvious reasons, both Walid Jumblatt and Saad Hariri were quick to point the finger at Syria. Others, such as the father of the deceased, declined to speculate and instead called for reflection, mourning, and calm. Others blamed Israel and the United States. Others still blamed the security services and suspected it was an inside job.

That evening I watched an al-Jazeera show whose anchor implied that those who gained most politically from the deed were by implication the perpetrators. The question is valid but the implication is faulty. In my mind, I made the same mistake, initially going with the conspiratorial hypothesis: since the greatest beneficiaries of this event were the weakend "March 14" alliance members (those who rode into power on the backs of anti-Syrian protests and whose main "bosses" now are Hariri, Jumblatt, and Jeajea/Gemayel) , then they must have planned it. So, I figured, a rogue element within that movement sacrificed Gemayel Jr. for the sake of the movement. But although this is more believable than Russian government claims about who poisoned their ex-spy in Britain, it is irresponsible. Facts should determine culpability, not faulty logic.

Some do not agree that the March 14 movement benefited most from this assassination. For them, the "pro-Syrians" were the main benefactors. The logic is as follows: the main issue at present is the Hariri international tribunal, which the government (currently in March 14 hands) supports; the killing is a means of blocking the tribunal both by giving a warning signal to those who support it and by putting the government on the brink of collapse (after the resignation of Hizbullah and Amal ministers, the majority was left with 16 of 22 ministers, now down to 15. If one more disappears the 2/3 majority will be gone, which I guess means the government falls). The majority movement now has delusions of strength, and is about to be pushed into a confrontation from which no one will benefit.

In a recent editorial, the New York Times, notes that although it is too early to tell who is behind the murders, there are indications of who the culprit was, and that this likely culprit (Syria) should be told that "it will pay a high price" if it was behind the murders, while Hizbullah should be warned against further trying to grab power "through further violence or intimidation."

The idea, then, is to threaten your number one suspect with reprisals before proofs are actually furnished. In this case, everyone should be threatening everyone with reprisals, since everyone is blaming everyone. But the Times specifically implies that the U.S. and the international community (though the passive voice is used) should make the threats, since it may be a bit ridiculous for Walid Jumblatt to threaten Syria with reprisals, right? But as we know the U.S. and the international community are usually at odds when it comes to the Middle East (and always at odds when there is any move to censor Israel – cf. Bait Hanoun). So the U.S. should say to Syria: "If you were behind this, there will be reprisals."

As for Hizbullah, it seems to me they were trying to grab power through dialogue, and it is said they were doing so mainly to have enough of a representation to block the setting up of the tribunal, though Hizbullah denies being against the tribunal and says it simply wants proportional power. The government was not willing to give in to Hizbullah's request. So Hizbullah is using dialogue coupled with intimidation, that is, the threat of taking to the streets. Yet is taking to the streets not a democratic right? Surely it is not wise to do so given the current political climate, and it will likely engender violence. But how exactly are you going to "warn" them not to do this? Through violence or intimidation? Or, as some March 14 members are suggesting, to organize similar protests to try to force Lahoud to resign.

You know a situation is rotting when everyone is wrong. Everyone is threatening everyone, and countering threats with more threats. No one wants to blink. Unfortunately, if anyone is bluffing right now it seems to be the U.S. and Israel, who after this summer cannot simply dictate what goes on in this region. And if something is not done soon (can anything be done?), the escalating "cold war" between the U.S./Israel and Iran will blow up in the faces of innocent Lebanese.

In Lebanon particularly, this is what I take the situation to be: the majority (14 March movement, not a popular majority but a parliamentary one) claims the opposition is involved in covering up assassinations and violence, proven by its rejection of the Hariri tribunal to try the suspects. If they are clean, they should accept the tribunal, and their rejection proves they are not. The opposition, I think, claims the majority is not a popular majority and thus democratically illegitimate, and it should either share power more equitably through a national unity government or agree to new elections. The problem, of course, is that negotiations broke down once already (leading to the opposition ministers' resignations) and are unlikely to yield fruits now. So the opposition's idea now is to move on to the purgatory that separates negotiations from violent conflict, that is, popular protests. If this does not bring the government down and force new elections, then the idea is that the majority will be forced to choose between returning to negotiations (and making concessions) or opting for violence as the means for resolving the conflict. Either way, it is obvious that the opposition sees itself as the stronger party. And as we know from experience it is the stronger party that takes on the role of the bully.

None of this was on my mind as I hopped into a taxi on Thursday afternoon, headed for Beirut. Rather I was wondering, should I be doing this? I did, though, have a different feeling than when I went last time: this time it was the Syrians that were seen as the aggressors, not the American and Israelis. As I left Damascus large crowds of March 14 supporters were gathering in Beirut to barter with the afterlife: bury one of its figures in exchange for the revival of its popular base. Its true popular base, of course, is much slimmer than those who swept them into power during the anti-Syrian protests. Much of its true base, I think, are the diehard anti-Syrians.

Fortunately for Syrian taxis, it is Lebanese taxis that plow the cross-border route on Thursdays. There was one Syrian guy in my taxi who was married to a Lebanese woman. There had already been some violence against Syrians living in Lebanon the day before, and this guy seemed kind of nervous. He chain smoked cheap Syrian cigarettes (bad choice for more than one reason) and kept asking the driver for confirmation that people would not be so ignorant as to take their anger out on Syrians civilians (he kept stressing that he was a civilian). When we got to the Syrian exit point, one of the officials told the Syrian not to go. He stayed on, but now rather than asking every five minutes if it would be dangerous for him he did so every two minutes. Finally, an older Lebanese woman sitting in the front turned around and asked: "Are you scared or something?" The man took a drag from his cigarette: "No, of course not," he answered nervously and unconvincingly. After that he stopped asking if it was safe to go.

The streets in Lebanon were relatively empty. When I went to Lebanon last time pictures of Nasrallah were everywhere. This time, the country was plastered with different billboards showing the image of victims of assassinations and assassination attempts. They had been put up the previous day, it seemed, and on them was written, in Arabic, "we will not forget." We got into Beirut as the sun was going down. The Syrian man got off in the middle of the highway (first the taxi driver strangely tried to drop him off right in front of some obviously sensitive government building, but then they realized it may not be the best place for a Syrian to cross the highway, and so they got back in the car and the Syrian got dropped off a couple hundred meters ahead). I was the last to get off, and the cab driver tried to intimidate me into overpaying. It was annoying, since I was kind of nervous anyhow. Eventually I met up with my friend, who lives in the Shia' part of town. Their house had been damaged by the Israeli bombing, and their garden had been littered with cluster bomb clusters (if you want to experience deep sadness and anger at the same time read about Israeli use of cluster bombs in Lebanon).

After a nice dinner we drove around the city a bit. The streets were eerily empty. As we were driving, my friend's brother called on the phone and told us to get off the streets and go home right away, and to avoid the main road. Ooops. As we approached their house we saw clusters of kids defiantly standing on the street, looking restless. The highway from the border to Lebanon had been dotted with soldiers and tanks, but here there was no government presence at all. My friend asked a kid what was going on, and he said that the youth was angry with some of the things that had been said at the funeral gathering earlier that day, that the kids were there too show their disapproval, and that another group of Amal sympathizers were blocking the airport highway. From the safety of my friend's house we saw kids walking and driving by in cars and scooters, honking and carrying Hizbullah flags, heading toward the area where others were gathered (the airport road group was separate). Then things got quiet. A bit before midnight, on the news, we saw Hassan Nasrallah speaking on the Hizbullah TV station, asking the youth that had taken to the street to go home immediately and not make trouble.

It seems that for the most part the sectarian bosses are trying to be cautious. It is easy to forget how fragile Lebanon is. On my taxi back to Syria, someone was speculating whether the border with Syria would be closed. The one with Israel is, of course, closed already. A scary prospect now would be if people have given up on negotiations, and if the U.S. and Israel are arming Christian and Sunni militias (or government security forces that can turn into militias), to counter Iranian support for Hizbullah. The opposition protests are supposed to start next week. And no one seems to want to budge in the negotiations.

The same day that Gemayel was being buried Iraq continued to explode, with over 200 killed in Sadr city. And Palestine witnessed a grandmother whose house had been destroyed blow herself up in Gaza, to the seeming approval of her children. Iraqis and Palestinians in Gaza are literally living in hell right now. Unless something changes in Lebanon, we can add one more to that list.

The following day I returned to this oasis of calmness and stability called Syria. It is beyond belief that sandwiched between the chaos, actual and potential, Syria is as calm as it is. For that I am grateful.

ON STABILITY

If you ask people here how it is that Syria remains so calm and welcoming despite the regional tension, they reiterate the security and stability of their country, and will tell you it's because of people here, that people here reject violence and are inherently good-natured. And I agree that they are good-natured, but it is hard to believe that this alone is enough. Without a strong central government to lay down the law of the land, even the best natured people will occasionally want to take things into their own hands and be forced to resort to unsavory methods to reach their goals.

Last weekend I went down to the sprawling southern suburbs of Damascus, dusty narrow alleyways and boxy concrete houses built atop fertile agricultural land. Down there is Yarmouk, a former Palestinian refugee camp, and Saida Zeineb, an important Shi'a pilgrimage center (Hussein's sister Zeineb is said to be buried there) around which now live hundreds of thousands of Iraqis, if I'm not mistaken. One note on Iraqi refugees: many Syrians do not speak highly of them. They blame them for high rent prices, high vegetable prices, violence, and spreading AIDS.

I went to a neighborhood near here with a friend, whose friend worked in the municipality. We all met up and walked along the main neighborhood market street. Our friend who worked in the government lagged behind, stopping at every shop. Soon I found out what he was doing: all the shops put some of their wares on the street, where they compete for space with street vendors selling clothes, trinkets or vegetables from a cart. They cannot be on the street, he told us. So from store to store he went, telling people to put their stuff in the store and threatening to confiscate the goods if they didn't. One guy facetiously protested when told to take his plastic flowers from the sidewalk and put them in his shop. "They are flowers!" he said. At one point we were held up for a few minutes, as a group of tangerine vendors refused to move their carts. After a while I turned back and saw the poor guys scrunched into an alley with their tangerine carts, far from the eyes of any customer. Of course a few minutes after we walked by, everyone put all their stuff back on the street.

This was, of course, a small theater piece, meant to reinforce the tangle of connections that make up hits stable society. Power here, it seems, is interwoven in webs that would be impossible to untangle without breaking the whole web. Within my small neighborhood alone, I would imagine there are hierarchies and intrigues that I am oblivious to, which become even more complicated when interwoven with the next neighborhood over. These webs are the guts of a pyramid-shaped structure that eventually leads to the top. It is the guts of this pyramid that are impossible to untangle, and that are interwoven from so many different angles as to keep the pyramid structure fully stable.

Something funny happened at the university the other day. All university students, regardless of their field, are in the first year required to take a course on socialist nationalism. Being first-year courses they are done in large auditoriums with large groups of young, impressionable Syrians. Some people I know are auditing this course and one day, when the teacher didn't show up, they decided to go up to the podium and hold an informal talk on American culture. I kid you not. Some people found out about this, of course, and these students were told to never do that again. And they wondered what they had done wrong . . . It reminds me, as usual, of a Syrian social comedy TV series. In this case it was announced that there would be a total solar eclipse over Damascus. The authorities worried about large groups congregating to see the eclipse, so they decided to launch a campaign warning of the severe dangerous of exposure to an eclipse. For the good of the people they instituted a "voluntary state of emergency" throughout the city. Everyone, of course, stayed at home for the eclipse, with the curtains drawn. The episode ended noting something along the lines of the threat of the eclipse having not yet subsided.

All in all, things are somewhat worrying in this region. If anyone thinks that America's disastrous and irresponsible Middle East policy has stopped bearing poisoned fruits, they are mistaken. I get the feeling they are only now beginning to bloom. The birth pangs are over, and the new Middle East may be learning to walk. Worry? We should.