Last Friday I visited the largest camel market in Africa about an hour’s drive out of Cairo.
Today I visited another market. This one in Gaza was selling horses, sheep and donkeys. Just like the first market (suq سوق in Arabic), there were sellers and buyers, lots of shouting and, what looked like to me, organized chaos.
Animal markets are not for the faint-hearted. They beat the camels with sticks and butcher so many sheep during Eid that I’m told there are rivers of blood.
But what caught my eye in both markets were the children. The next generation is being trained to continue a centuries-old tradition.
I pray that we will soon break the cycle of violence that comes with living under decades of occupation. These children deserve to know only their markets, not the cemeteries.