Al-Bireh

This conviction and the absence from our party of pith helmets, white umbrellas, hats invested with floating veils, blue spectacles, superfluous luggage, broken-kneed horses, dragomans and other impediments to comfort and convivence made possible the unsportsmanlike start which otherwise might have caused a careless observer to mistake us for the personally conducted.

To drive in a carriage as far as El Bira, sending our horses in advance, was, however, a venal sin, for the ride to Nablus was before us, the first three or four hours being along a high road of very moderate interest, and, at best, we could not hope to get in before nightfall, in spite of our start at six o'clock on a December morning.

We were a very attenuated party, only the lady and the doctor remaining from our former group.

We were reinforced, however, by the artist, a lady whose saddlebags were weighty with cameras and sketching blocks, and by another learned doctor who, on account of his association with a celebrated guidebook, we designated Baedeker.

Fifteen Muslim families now inherit the traditions of former glory, and, indeed, the population hereabouts is very thinly scattered.

It is whispered that some of the villages have so evil a reputation that the neighbouring districts now, as two or three thousand years ago, are wont to say, There shall not any of us give his daughter unto Benjamin to wife, the women already established there not being desirable associates for those otherwise brought up.

At El Bira our vehicle drew up in front of the khan or village inn, where there is a good deal of accommodation for horses and a single small room for man.

There we breakfasted while our steeds were collected and our saddle-bags dispersed.

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In Palestine's West Bank, Israeli forces conducted raids in the capital Ramallah yesterday and the town of Al-Bireh.

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This conviction, and the absence from our party of pith helmets, white umbrellas, hats invested with floating veils, blue spectacles, superfluous luggage, broken-kneed horses, dragomans, and other impediments to comfort and convivience, made possible the unsportsmanlike start which otherwise might have caused a careless observer to mistake us for the personally conducted.

To drive in a carriage as far as El Bira, sending our horses in advance, was, however, a venal sin, for the ride to Nablus was before us, the first three or four hours being along a high road of very moderate interest, and, at best, we could not hope to get in before nightfall, in spite of our start at six o'clock on a December morning.

We were a very attenuated party, only the lady and the doctor remaining from our former group.

We were reinforced, however, by the artist, a lady whose saddle-bags were weighty with cameras and sketching blocks, and by another learned doctor, who, on account of his association with a celebrated guidebook, we designated Baedeker.

Fifteen Muslim families now inherit the traditions of former glory, and, indeed, the population hereabouts is very thinly scattered.

It is whispered that some of the villages have so evil a reputation that the neighbouring districts now, as two or three thousand years ago, are wont to say, There shall not any of us give his daughter unto Benjamin to wife, the women already established there not being desirable associates for those otherwise brought up.

At El Bira our vehicle drew up in front of the khan or village inn, where there is a good deal of accommodation for horses and a single small room for man.

There we breakfasted while our steeds were collected and our saddle-bags dispersed.

Salah, I want you to know, and I talked to you before the camera started, this is a very important interview for us as fellow Brawis.

We're from El Bira.

This is very important.

I also want you to know that people criticize me for not having you on.

This conviction and the absence from our party of pith helmets, white umbrellas, hats invested with floating veils, blue spectacles, superfluous luggage, broken-kneed horses, dragomans and other impediments to comfort and convivience made possible the unsportsmanlike start which otherwise might have caused a careless observer to mistake us for the personally conducted.

To drive in a carriage as far as El Bira, sending our horses in advance, was, however, a venal sin.

For the ride to Nablus was before us, the first three or four hours being along a high road of very moderate interest, and, at best, we could not hope to get in before nightfall, in spite of our start at six o'clock on a December morning.

We were a very attenuated party, only the lady and the doctor remaining from our former group.

Fifteen Muslim families now inherit the traditions of former glory, and, indeed, the population hereabouts is very thinly scattered.

It is whispered that some of the villages have so evil a reputation that the neighbouring districts now, as two or three thousand years ago, are wont to say, There shall not any of us give his daughter unto Benjamin to wife, the women already established there not being desirable associates for those otherwise brought up.

At El Bira our vehicle drew up in front of the khan or village inn, where there is a good deal of accommodation for horses and a single small room for man.

There we breakfasted while our steeds were collected and our saddlebags dispersed.

This conviction, and the absence from our party of pith helmets, white umbrellas, hats invested with floating veils, blue spectacles, superfluous luggage, broken-kneed horses, dragomans, and other impediments to comfort and convivience, made possible the unsportsmanlike start which otherwise might have caused a careless observer to mistake us for the personally conducted.

To drive in a carriage as far as El Bira, sending our horses in advance, was, however, a venal sin, for the ride to Nablus was before us, the first three or four hours being along a high road of very moderate interest, and, at best, we could not hope to get in before nightfall, in spite of our start at six o'clock on a December morning.

We were a very attenuated party, only the lady and the doctor remaining from our former group.

We were reinforced, however, by the artist, a lady whose saddlebags were weighty with cameras and sketching blocks, and by another learned doctor who, on account of his association with a celebrated guidebook, we designated Baedeker.

Fifteen Muslim families now inherit the traditions of former glory, and, indeed, the population hereabouts is very thinly scattered.

It is whispered that some of the villages have so evil a reputation that the neighbouring districts now, as two or three thousand years ago, are wont to say, There shall not any of us give his daughter unto Benjamin to wife, the women already established there not being desirable associates for those otherwise brought up.

At El Bira our vehicle drew up in front of the khan or village inn, where there is a good deal of accommodation for horses and a single small room for man.

There we breakfasted while our steeds were collected and our saddlebags dispersed.

We're going to talk a lot today about Berkshire State University, but maybe you could start by talking about who you are and your connection to this university.

Well, I'm a Palestinian writer that is based in El Bira in the West Bank.

El Bira is the twin city of Ramallah.

And I also work currently as an assistant professor at the philosophy and cultural studies department at Perseid University.

But I have been in the university since 2017, did my PhD there.

This conviction, and the absence from our party of pith helmets, white umbrellas, hats invested with floating veils, blue spectacles, superfluous luggage, broken-kneed horses, dragomans, and other impediments to comfort and convivience, made possible the unsportsmanlike start which otherwise might have caused a careless observer to mistake us for the personally conducted.

To drive in a carriage as far as El Bira, sending our horses in advance, was, however, a venal sin, for the ride to Nablus was before us.

The first three or four hours being along a high road of very moderate interest, and at best, we could not hope to get in before nightfall, in spite of our start at six o'clock on a December morning.

We were a very attenuated party, only the lady and the doctor remaining from our former group.