Around 3PM I started to hear the first sounds of the marching bands in the distance. It was difficult to figure out how far away they were, but after about 20 minutes I could see them heading west on Rukab Street. For the next hour or so, about a dozen boyscout troops passed by in their various and well-planned uniforms playing their drums, horn instruments, and bagpipes! I especially liked how almost every group implemented the kheffiyeh, being a national symbol of Palestine, into their uniforms. It goes to show what pride they take in their heritage.
When the holy fire arrived, everyone gathered round to light their own lantern or candle or light and then they took off to their various churches all around Ramallah to continue in their own activities. There was a big commotion as the mayor of Ramallah, who is a devout Christian herself, arrived carrying her light. Soon afterwards there was a huge crowd of people dancing, singing, and clapping about how Christ had risen and how Jesus was the savior. Everyone in Ramallah and beyond came to see this event and both Muslims and Christians alike were enjoying themselves. It is hard to describe the atmosphere that day other than saying it was one of elation and celebration. To be in a city of that is traditionally Christian, but is currently of Muslim majority, celebrating in such a manner was unreal.
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