The Culture of the Middle East
Middle Eastern culture is rich in its color, beauty, tradition, history, religion, arts, architecture, music, food, dance, literature, poetry, ethnic and linguistic diversity, and ascetics. It extends to thousands of years, includes to vast geographic location, and encompasses a large population that possess a wealth of expertise, knowledge, and unique skills. Like many other regions in the globe, the Middle East also has its challenges, many of which are rooted in its history and culture. As public administrators and policy professionals, we need to first understand the Middle East in its cultural and historic context in order to have better appreciation of its global dynamics, how to meet its challenges, and move it toward peace and prosperity through sound governance. Please explore with us aspects of this beautiful culture through films, pictures, and music.
In 1925, Gibran Khalil Gibran, a famous Lebanese-American wrote the following of the Middle East. His voice and questions still echos:
"You a faithful servant who serves only the welfare of the people?
If you are the first, then you are as a tare in the threshing floor of
the nations; and if the second, then you are a blessing upon its
Are you a husband who allows for himself what he disallows for
his wife, living in abandonment with the key of her prison in his boots,
gorging himself with his favorite food while she sits, by herself,
before an empty dish?
Or are you a companion, taking no action except hand in hand, nor doing
anything unless she gives her thoughts and opinions, and sharing with
her your happiness and success?
If you are the first, then you are a remnant of a tribe which, still
dressing in the skins of animals, vanished long before leaving the
caves; and if you are the second, then you are a leader in a nation
moving in the dawn toward the light of justice and wisdom.
Are you a searching writer full of self-admiration, keeping his
head in the valley of a dusty past, where the ages discarded the remnant
of its clothes and useless ideas?
Or are you a clear thinker examining what is good and useful for society
and spending your life in building what is useful and destroying what
If you are the first, then you are feeble and stupid, and if you are the
second, then you are bread for the hungry and water for the thirsty.
Are you a poet, who plays the tambourine at the doors of emirs,
or the one who throws the flowers during weddings and who walks in
processions with a sponge full of warm water in his mouth, a sponge to
be pressed by his tongue and lips as soon as he reaches the cemetery?
Or have you a gift which God has placed in your hands on which to play
heavenly melodies which draw our hearts toward the beautiful in life?
If you are the first, then you are a juggler who evokes in our soul that
which is contrary to what you intend.
If you are the second, then you are love in our hearts and a vision in
In the Middle East there are two processions: One procession is
of old people waling with bent backs, supported with bent canes; they
are out of breath though their path is downhill.
The other is a procession of young men, running as if on winged
feet, and jubilant as with musical strings in their throats, surmounting
obstacles as if there were magnets drawing them up on the mountainside
and magic enchanting their hearts.
Which are you and in which procession do you move?Ask yourself and meditate in the still of the night; find if you are a slave of yesterday or free for the morrow.
I tell you that the children of yesteryear are walking in the
funeral of the era that they created for themselves. They are pulling a
rotted rope that might break soon and cause them to drop into a
forgotten abyss. I say that they are living in homes with weak
foundations; as the storm blows -- and it is about to blow -- their
homes will fall upon their heads and thus become their tombs. I say that
all their thoughts, their sayings, their quarrels, their compositions,
their books and all their work are nothing but chains dragging them
because they are too weak to pull the load.
But the children of tomorrow are the ones called by life, and the
follow it with steady steps and heads high, they are the dawn of new
frontiers, no smoke will veil their eyes and no jingle of chains will
drown out their voices. They are few in number, but the difference is as
between a grain of wheat and a stack of hay. No one knows them but they
know each other. They are like the summits, which can see or hear each
other -- not like caves, which cannot hear or see. They are the seed
dropped by the hand of God in the field, breaking through its pod and
waving its sapling leaves before the face of the sun. It shall grow into
a mighty tree, its root in the heart of the earth and its branches high
in the sky."