I arrived in Jerusalem on Thursday, June 8, 2006 at approximately 6am. I had just spent an exhausting 13 hours at the Taba border crossing where I had entered Israel from Egypt. I was then driven by a Palestinian friend from Eilat to Jerusalem; a trip that takes about four hours. Even though we were drained to our bone marrow and were both in desperate need of sleep, my friend insisted that he show me something I will never forget. On top of the Mount of Olives, located in the east of Jerusalem, and on a clear early summer morning, I relished in the sheer delight of laying my eyes on what I had always dreamed of seeing one day; Al-Haram Al-Sharif.
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