Roaming in the Streets of Jerusalem

    Not unlike a deep well, the Arabic language is profound, far-reaching and every seemingly meaningless vowel has extreme significance. Some say that the language has perished and lost its depth after people abandoned its pronouns. Our ruined cities endlessly penetrate the language like a man rubbing a precious coin to remove rust stains, polish it and turn it into an amulet and a lucky charm. 
Jerusalem is raring to go this morning as people flock to their work, so do I after taking the bus. The bus stop across my house connects the Bethlehem road with Damascus Gate, the main entrance to the Old City.