They’re getting the silence wrong. Sitting in Amman while Ramallah pretends to lead and Gaza bleeds into the sea — we treat diplomacy like a prayer that just needs more repetition. The king keeps his seat, yes, and I thank God for stability, but what good is calm if it comes from looking away? Arab summits are photo ops with coffee and no decisions. My grandchildren ask why no one acts, and I have no answer but the old ones — about time, about survival. But time is running out for the living, not just the dead.
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