February 9, 2009 at 2:41 pm
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Same ole dog shit! Knock-knock-knockin’ on..
Scooby | February 10, 2009 at 6:37 am
Anche lig yematgebibet ytelem mechem. When i see your comments, `I have a feeling you can’t make up your mind whether all muslim are terrorists or peace loving.you say ethiopian muslims are different. Do they think they are different?Or do they want to be part of the rest of muslim world just as much as they can? My response is they do. That’s why they feel touched every time a muslim is in problem in another part of the world,like palestian. Which is tge reason nobody wants to get involved. It’s complicated. Maybe somethings should be left alone.
Scooby | February 10, 2009 at 6:43 am
it doesn’t mean i don’t admire your effort ~_~
abesheet | February 10, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Said this was my last post, didn’t I? 😉
Totit | February 11, 2009 at 9:43 pm
Well…I might be a little late to make a comment…well I will anyways… I have always been proud to annouce that in my country muslims and christians live very peacefully, and are loving neighbhours to each other…very cordial and considerate..what I remember is the muslims comming and drinking coffee for the chrisitians holiday…and the chrisitans gracing the muslims home with their presence on their holidays…exchanging enkwane aderesachuh’s…I have friends that r muslims…and Our religion has never been a problem to us…there was a silent understanding that religion is a private matter…So u can imagine my shock when I read about this turmoil that has been stirring the country lately…I cant share the level of sadness that engulfs me when I think of that serenity that has been broken…and I wonder…this history of peaceful cohabitation …will it ever be…May God help us…As we really do not need another reason for hatred …
abesheet | February 12, 2009 at 7:05 am
Esuma totiye.. who among us hasn’t had atleast one story to tell regarding the loving co-existence christians and muslims had in the past, and in most places are still having?!
My mother has worked as an international telephone operator for the last 30 something years. This was back when every call from and to abroad used to come through operators. She was the niciest of them all and the one who spoke better english than the rest. So she made friends with many Ethiopians here and abroad. One of these was Muluka, a Harari-Muslim with a paragon of a father. She was dating this guy who worked in her father’s furniture store. Her dad, i imagine, had bigger plans for her. Had he known about the relationship, he is likely to fire the guy and packed her off to her married elder sisters in Jeddah or Riyadh. So every time she wanted to meet him, she told her dad she was coming to see my mom regarding something her elder sister ordered her to do: give or bring. For some reason, that was the only excuse that worked with him (maybe because my mom was good friends with his other daughters, was a respectable wife with kids). Even when she forgot to call my mom in advance and warn her, we all knew what to say if Muluka’s father called. He had a voice that was as gruff as his personality. The drink/chaat chewing and the various ailments that came from a comfortable living didn’t help. But we weren’t as scared of him as we were, say, my dad. When he found out that his daughter was dating his employee, and he said he was going to kill her, his otherwise obedient wife told him she was leaving him if he laid a finger on her daughter. He simply put the alenga down and walked out, i heard. Endo story!
I remember how they talked on the phone for hours when he wasn’t home, my mom and Muluka. Come “Fisleta”, she was brought “beKontract taxi” to our door and ate all the traditional yetsom miGib her heart longed for. When it’s their “tsom”, we were taken to their impressive edifice of a house, whose carpets we were scared to step on, and ate all the meat-less home made cookies, chips, and dates our stomach can take watching an indian movie, while my mother and Muluka “manshokaashok” in her room.
I, being what i am, have ofcourse felt we were like “the poor relatives”. But we always felt more at home there than we did at my father’s cousins and nephew’s. Whose kids, who vacationed in America, looked bored when they see us. And whose chair you can’t sit in unless you’ve kissed the soft and aged cheek of every “tiQur Libs” wearing catty-old relative.
Muluka and family have been living in america for the last 15 years or so. Her youngest kid was born with some sort of bone/brain/blood (?) problem and needs constant medical attention. However, every time she called, my mother tells me how she cries and meQozems about how she misses home and the good ole days they had. That’s what i knew of Muslims and Christians until of late: you eat yours, they ate theirs, everything else you shared. “YeZer Liyunet” I’ve always been concious of. Religious difference, on the other hand, is quite a recent and scary phenomena for me. Hopefully, it’s one of those phases we’d later wonder about, which can actually strengthen our bond, as difficult times do. I certainly know who is inflaming it and hopes to profit from it. I pray they do too.
Btw, Did you check out the Gadaffi link i posted for you on “E” is for dumb? 🙂
sewiyew | February 12, 2009 at 10:39 am
i sorta stumbled on this post, is there a link to previous related posts? i’m also curious about the inter religious situation back home in etio gracias
abesheet | February 12, 2009 at 11:07 am
Welcome sewiyew. The post we were referring to is Swimming above the tide. When you are done reading it, you might like to pay Negashi OJ a visit. That way, you can get the various takes on it.
sewiyew | February 14, 2009 at 12:27 pm
thanks abesheet, altefam. Thoughtful person you are. ciao
jimmacorner | February 19, 2009 at 5:02 pm
yasiqal ! Hilm new or iwun?
This is nightmare actually, baseless point. However i support and admire any social coopration and to help each other, like i do and Islam orders me.
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