I was woken early today by the muezzin calling for the beginning of the first days fast and I just realized, that I am in a country, maybe on the brink of a civil war, dominated by aggressive hatred from all involved, and every day, the local newspapers are filled with stories about violence, hatred, bitterness and reports about loosely knitted Al Qaeda build ups, external countries interfering and, suddenly, I remembered all the local people I have come across lately, from the poorest to the powerful, who believe in this upcoming Expedition and vision and who will do their best to help me pass through Yemen.

This piece was initially written a year ago in Yemen, but, unfortunately still stands like a fact of life, still today in October 2010, well it has been going on since early 2006:

I am in Yemen at the moment studying Arabic and I am also trying to understand Islam and the Arab world better, not only as preparation for life, but also for the preparation of the Big Expedition! It is slowly coming to life…..

Why have I than created another blog? Well, as you understand of the title of this report, it has to do with hate.

Ramadan has arrived to the Arab world and Yemen and I wouldn´t like to be at any other place at the moment. It is an exiting time when Moslem’s rejoice in a festive mood interlinked with spirituality. I was woken early today by the muezzin calling for the beginning of the first days fast and I just realized, that I am in a country, maybe on the brink of a civil war, dominated by aggressive hatred from all involved, and every day, the local newspapers are filled with stories about violence, hatred, bitterness and reports about loosely knitted Al Qaeda build ups, external countries interfering and, suddenly, I remembered all the local people I have come across lately, from the poorest to the powerful, who believe in this upcoming Expedition and vision and who will do their best to help me pass through Yemen. And they all say that they are inspired by what I want to do and it makes them think good and they see a future. They see hope. So, this morning, as a kind of revelation, I woke with the muezzin and realized that I have, the last two and a half years of my life; I have been dominated by one person’s hatred and only wish in life, to destroy every hope I have to do good things in life. To make a difference. To inspire and educate in the overwhelmingly good things in life.

Every time I have written something on my blog, this person have phoned, written or personally visited most people I have described or written about, telling them all about all mistakes I have done in life, what an awful and evil human being I am. This person has even written to newspapers all over the world to inform them about my evil side. It has caused me an enormous amount of worries, loss of work and damaged reputation and at times I have been so scared stiff of this persons hatred, bitterness and stalking that I have been paralyzed. It has been very difficult to do my job. But, suddenly I realized this past night, if I am going to help to inspire people who are really suffering, well, than I can’t hide away like a sissy and let one single person ruin my life. So my life in hiding just ended a few hours ago.

So, if you, or anyone, get mentioned in any of my blogs, you might be harassed with a call or email from the messenger of hate and bitterness. Please tell me if. It will help me continue to live a dream and at the end of it all, make a world easier to understand!

Why hate when life is so short, instead of living and love?