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About Jerusalem

First off, it ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just yell “delivery!” and bam, there’s a chick at your door. Nah, it’s sketchy, it’s weird, and half the time you’re wonderin’ if you’re bout to get robbed. Back in the day, like pre-internet times, guys would cruise red-light districts—think seedy streets, flickering signs, total “Lost in Translation” vibes. “What am I doing here?” you’d mutter, feelin’ like a ghost in your own damn life. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s got literal windows for this shit—girls just chillin’ like mannequins, pick your flavor! Wild, right?

A Taste of Druze culture in Daliat el-Carmel

it's a fun place to wonder around, nice market' and nice food. if you find yourself there, you have to try Sambosak and the high light Durze Pita with labbaneh.

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, excited, a bit overwhelmed. Daliyat-al-Karmel, you’re a wild ride! I stroll down the streets, taking it all in. The vibe is electric. People are laughing, kids are playing, and the smell of dinner wafts through the air. I pass by the old stone houses, and I can’t help but feel grateful. This place, with all its quirks and chaos, is home.

Col. Ahsan Daksa fell in the battles in Jabaliya • The date of the funeral