I was born in the old city of Jerusalem February 2nd 1960, to a humble Palestinian parents Nicola and Alice Khayat may their soul rest in peace. It was not till 1974 that I started working while going to school to support my parents and siblings.
I was a true hustler as my aunt use to say referring about me “he would get it from the mouth of the lion”. Jerusalem, the old city was my teacher, she taught me how to love, hate, and survive all at the same time. I was a true survivor, a true Jerusalemite.
I grew up respecting my teacher and appreciating the lessons she taught me. I have fallen in love, with the saddest city in the world. Jerusalem survived so long through countless sieges, and she will remain the strongest. Digging under the city you’ll find ruins. And underneath those ruins even more ruins. Wherever you go, it’s intriguing to wonder what’s underneath. Yet she still survives…………………………
My favorite part of the Old City Of Jerusalem is its walls and Gates were I used to run around and play as a kid. Off course there are other places of interest and magnificent rs such as the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, which was built on the traditional site of Christ’s crucifixion. Who knows for sure where it really took place. I enjoyed praying their under hanging chandeliers, saturated by the smell of incense. It sure made it look holy to me.
Another famous part of the old city is The Dome Of The Rock & El-Aqsa Mosque.
It’s easily identified by the golden Dome . As well as The Western Wall. I grew up with history a pretty strange experience that you can never forget! I am part of history I am Jerusalem. I am the smell of the incense at St Jacobs Cathedral. I am the son of Jerusalem.
Kristo Nicola Khayat