Reading blogs

I have been enjoying reading different blogs, from the different Arab countries. I especially concentrate on Palestinian and Saudi blogs, since I am half/half...as well as reading Jordanian, my adopted country. It is strange to read these three different communities of blogs. Bas lately I have been finding it hard to read the ones I like from three...not because I don't agree with them...on the contrary I enjoy them so much, but the issues are just so different and so diverse that my dream of Arab unity...and how similar we all are is slowly being eroded.
The Palestinian blogs are all about the occupation and how life is tough under it, I absolutely love Raising Yousuf: A mother under Occupation, I read it daily and find her style of writing and observation amazing. But her post from march 6 I found hard to read. Not because she was writing about the children who were killed-that was sad-but more this sentence: I'’m tired. And mad, at how unproductive being tired can make me, among other things. But mainly, I'’m just tired. Sometimes, it can get exhausting being here. I mean that is just such a sad statement, and yet I think I can understand...no I take that back...how can I possibly understand what she means when I don't live under occupation. Maybe that is the power of the statement is that I can't really understand it, so it touched me!
Then in the Saudi blogs, I read The Religious Policeman. He brings humour to a situation that is really not that funny. In his post about the Riyadh International Book Fair, titled : Just when you thought it was safe he says: So the idea is that she signs the book behind the partition. Presumably you toss a book over, she signs it, and then tosses it back. Sounds fun. Well, Saudi fun. I have been to Saudi, go there quite often, and the idea that there is something that we can call Saudi fun, is just the highest point of fun for me!!!! I hate the Muttawa...have a real fear of them, having experienced their 'wrath' when I was quite young and was not allowed by my mom the feminist to wear the 3abay-even though she did!!!!
Then we get to the Jordanian blogs, and here there are quite a few that I follow, but the one that I really have started to enjoy lately is And Far Away. I love her style writing, and that she writes about a number of things. Her latest one, Alone, and Not I trulyly enjoyed reading, Oddly alone. As odd as each of those letters looks like by itself- a combination of meaninglessness and idiosyncrasy. I like sentences like that...you get the point just by the visualisation.
There are a few Arab blogs, that just get on my nerves, yet I keep going back to them...they are like those crap tv movies that have no real storyline and crap nacting...bas I always watch them...till the end. The same with these blogs.
But back to the point, am not sure if it makes sense-and if we listen to iskandar-my logic does not always makes sense-bas I feel that these blogs from the three countries in the Arab world that I connect to, are so quite different...and thus are we really that similar? Can we really ever unite? Do we really understand each other as much as I thought we did when I was abroad and met fellow Arabs and we just clicked.
Ma ba3rif, but what I know is that reading these blogs in a row has shown me how different we all are, and how we are living such different lives...lives that might be hard for us to conceptualize and truly get...maybe its just me-the true child of parents who love of Nasser-bas I always thought that Arabs were one unit.