Well, let it wither, because it my intention to forget Jerusalem.
Living in the Middle East, even a bike cannot stay away from politics. Or maybe it is just me. Be that as it may, I am one worried bike. You think that all we care for is a new pair of tires or some ornament for our handlebars, but you’d be surprised at the number of bikes who live in anguish. Hostilities are never good and I have often seen the result in the mangled body of a fellow bike whose shed has caved under a well aimed flying missile. And I don’t need to talk about the plight of Gazan bikes who – because of the blockade, cannot get new tires.
Now, the hot topic is Jerusalem. This beautiful but tragic city is being disputed by Jews and Arabs and I don’t see anything good coming out of this dispute.
We bikes do not have “holy places” and it is therefore difficult for me to comprehend this obsession you humans have about places and things. I wonder what would Gandhi say about this. Or Jesus Christ. but I suspect that either of these wide men would have found the right words to defuse the dispute. After all, you all believe in one creator, which makes you brothers. would you fight your brother for the right to say “she is all mine”?
If you don’t learn to share, I predict the end will be bitter.
My owner thinks it is best not to fight for stones and that holiness doesn’t belong to one place, and at the risk of losing his right hand, he is willing to forget Jerusalem if it means that it would spare his fellow humans of yet another man made tragedy.
And if he is willing to let his right hand wither, I am willing to let my right tire wither. Out of solidarity.
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I am a bike who now reads this blog. I am not a speedy athletic bike but I am bike enough to recognise a bike I would love to park next to. Somday watch for the girly wheels with the basket.