The Jewish settlement in the coastal plain, stretching from the Mediterranean Sea to the mountains, began in the l920s. Since the beginning of ancient history the plain had served as a convenient invasion strip, a battle ground for various conquerors and inhabitants.
But the Jewish settlers who came from Eastern and Western Europe did not resort to the ancient historical method of settling the plains. The Jews who never ceased to dream about the return to Zion came over in waves of Aliyot, settling on land bought from the owners - though not always residents - of this particular area. One American group bought a piece of land from an Arab owner who had never even visited his land. They settled and called the place Ra’a’nana. Very rapidly along the narrow road more and more settlements appeared: small red-roofed houses, with the farm behind the house, two cows, and a chicken coop. It was a small village, barely surviving economically, but determined to hold on and never let go. Many similar small villages soon appeared, seemingly alike to any visitor. But the inhabitants, especially their children, knew exactly where one village ended and the other began: the cypress grove divided them. Along the south-easterly road to the district’s capital, Petach Tikva, Dutch immigrants were settling, showing their systematic, organized character in the tidy houses they built. All this land belonged to the Abu-Kishek clan, who sold it to the national fund (Kerenhakayemet), as can be seen in the official estate Registry office. So it happened that in the midst of the Jewish villages, almost in the middle, one could see the tents and low houses of the clan, which maintained a long and profitable relationship with the settlers in the Sharon valley.
Touffic
Abu-kishek was my age. We
met when our parents negotiated the sale sale of a piece of land for an
orchard. The adults sat on the
shaded terrace, drinking coffee, and negotiating business.
The children played downstairs.
When the time came to leave Touffic and I parted, knowing that we are
destined to meet again. It
took two years for the negotiations to come to a conclusion, the land was
sold and bought, and the work started to prepare the land for plantation.
The orchard was to be my family’s main source of income.
When Touffic was 20, he was sent to Lebanon and then
Europe to acquire education.. I
never saw him again until after the war. We met. I a young officer in the
Israeli Army, he a qualified doctor. We
reminisced some about our boyhood, when we played marbles in the shade
below the terrace, and felt no strangers to each other. Enthusiastically I
kept the secret of our unique meetings. One
day I got a football for my birthday.
Not just any football,
but the best known brand, a genuine leather football.
I brought it with me on the next visit with my father, and we
concocted the idea of a football match between the village boys and the
clan boys. Thus the secret became public knowledge and controversial.
The
Arab boys played barefoot, and we, without fuss, took off our shoes.
The game began . It
took 5 minutes and it was clear that the Arab team was winning, while many
of us lay by the road with bloody feet. We stopped the game, put on our
socks and shoes, and scored 4 goals in the next thirty minutes.
There was a feeling in the air that the shoes are sure to win.
The referee thought otherwise. smarting against those who appointed
him a whistler rather than a player, he stopped the game. He announced
that either the shoed ones take off their shoes, or the bear footed put on
shoes, for equality sake. The
Arab team went to their abodes, and within 15 minutes the game resumed
with everybody shoed. The Arab
team won the day, being older and more experienced.
It is possible that this defeat brought at least one football team
from the area to head the chart.
As the secret was out, the friendship between the
two boys grew, and spread and more boys on both sides began meeting.
Touffic and I kept our uniqueness as there was an economic tie between
the families. Touffic liked to
come over and sit under the shade of the shed my grandfather built to
store the building materials he was dealing in. small pieces of wood
served us as blocks to build small palaces and imaginary out buildings.
My
mother looked in wonder at the strange friendship flourishing in front of
her. She didn’t find it necessary to interfere.
It was only one more wonder, added to the surprises she encountered
since she came to settle in the Sharon
She simply added another piece of honey cake she gave me every
afternoon. I used to accompany
my grandfather or my father on their occasional visits to the sheik, but
sometimes I went on my own everything there was full of magic.
The water pool, the face covered women, the high ceilings, the
arched windows, the carpets on the floors, the pillows thrown along the
walls, it looked almost holy, so different from our abode, and letting the
imagination fly.
Life went on.
The Abukisheks and other feudal Arabic families sold areas of
swamps and sands to the Jews for a lot of money, the latter wanted to
build a house and work the land, so badly, that the deals satisfied both
sides.
One day the
sheik came to visit my grandfather, who offered him, as usual a glass of
boiling tea, as the custom of Russia demanded.
When he regained the use of his burnt mouth, the guest said: Noah
(he could never pronounce the surname) you and I are bonded friends.
I have always found you to be honest.
Your word is a bond; your promise – an iron bridge, and I can
only praise you and thank god that I met you.
There are new winds blowing in the Arab camp, and we, the old
sheiks are losing our influence. The
young people are extremists, and assisted by foreign interests, who see
only their own advantage, and not the advantage of the region as a whole.
I9 have two things to say to you. One, that you and your family can
come and stay with us, and your lot will be with us, I beg you to admit
that you can feel that. I
shan’t move until you believe me. My
grandfather agreed, and I, sitting on the wood planks above, thought I saw
a tear running down my grandfather’s cheek, though I’m not sure about
it. The second thing is no matter what happens between our two people, I
solemnly declare, that I and my brothers and my sons will always speak the
truth to you and defend you. I
don’t know what the result of this new mood among my people will bring,
the extremists may bring disaster on us all.
Today I can say, that in general this family did not appear among
the rioters. Although we were
not paying much attention to it, as there were already the rumors of what
had happened to the huge Jewish
communities of Europe, the reservoir of the Jewish people who were to
immigrate here and enhance the Jewish community in Palestine.