It is where I learned that really God will make all our differences clear to us when He returns on Judgement Day. It is where I was able to enjoy the delight of dried dates and milk, a combination that is both devastatingly simple and wonderful; date syrup (to this day I still think it tastes better than honey :)), and couscous with camel meat. I also remember striving hard in my Arabic so that I could be able to read the multiple signs (they were actually billboards to be honest) of Gadaffi that were pretty much everywhere.
Signs that read 'Dawn of Freedom' were the most common and simplest to read for me, as I could memorize the few words on it and go look them up in the dictionary. Others I translated as well, but after getting the general idea behind the words, I would forget. It is also where I learned about the cause of the Palestinian people and since then, Israel is one of the countries I have no intentions of visiting. I'm visiting Palestine first, period.
A lot of us looking at Tunisia, Libya, and Egypt, may think that the Arab Spring has withered. I disagree. Summer temperatures for the region are quite hot. So if indeed we have seen the Arab Spring, isn't it only natural that summer would follow? And I'm not talking about an idyllic summer. I'm talking about a real summer. When you turn on the air conditioning and it isn't enough to drown the heat. When you wish you could move around in a tank of cold water or a bubble containing cool air, so that the heat would not affect you. This is the summer that the revolutions of the Arab Spring are going through. And just as the summer days, with their heat and lengthened days, never seem likely to end, so do the troubles the revolutions are going through right now. Do not give up looking for Autumn. It is coming. The hopes of the Arab Spring have not withered. It is up to us to keep them alive.