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My family took me to see many areas: Akko, Ras an-Nakura, Tiberias, Nazareth, and the Druze village of Daliyat el-Carmel.

We went up to the border between North Israel and Lebanon and took a group picture together that I sent home to my family.

Whilst the blogpost they tried to copy was somewhat conservative in tone as is the writer who penned it, a relative of mine whom I respect enormously, MTV took it to another extreme by calling the women on the show, without explicitly saying the word, whores. To them, being on a TV show about dating and wanting to go out on dates or –…

This happened after a guy took off his shirt on TV.

However, as a proud Arab woman, nothing I have ever done was as profoundly countercultural as applying for an educational leave to work with an Israeli colleague for a semester at Bar Ilan University in Ramat Gan.

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It is an experience that I wish were much more common amongst my fellow Lebanese because of the humanizing and understanding it added to my perspective on Israeli society and especially regarding Israelis themselves, who I grew up knowing only through the lens of news reports and conversations that were invariably unfavorable. I have always been drawn to countercultural experiences, whether growing up in Beirut or living in California as an adult.

My second surprise came when my taxi drove through Ramat Gan, where I initially stayed.

I looked out the window and saw the striking resemblance the streets there had to Hadath, the Lebanese town where I was raised. I let people know that I was from Lebanon and was met with smiles. I was invited into a variety of people’s homes for Shabbat dinners. My colleagues seemed delighted to be working with me, not only as fellow researchers but also as people with a genuine interest in knowing more about Lebanese culture and life in Lebanon.

It is hard to describe what such a discovery is like.

I met people from Nablus, from Nazareth, and from Haifa who shared stories with me of my father when he was a young man and had come to visit just before the 1967 war.

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