On the Importance of Children in the Middle East…

To say that kids are important to Arabic society is a huge understatement. Arabic children are the very lifeblood and pulse of the country. They have a critical and tremendously difficult role to play—a role most Westerners wouldn’t be able to even begin to comprehend. I’m not talking about the value of children because all children are equally precious. Nor am I talking about having children. I am talking about themthemselves—the importance of Arabic children.

Kids in the Middle East are vital to the economy, social structure, and basic way of life. In fact, they are so vital that, without them, whole economies would just collapse, governments would go bankrupt, and civil war would break out.

You see, over there, children are taught from a very early age to be extremely mature, responsible, and independent. They’re like “little-big people.” Kids over there do things that kids over here would never dream of. But keep in mind, Arabic society is conducive to that. Actually, it’s strategically designed that way.

Frankly, it’s the kids who get stuck doing all the grunt work. Their parents make them do everything. Not because they’re mean or lazy, but because it’s practical and necessary. For example, a mother will send her son George to walk all the way to the other side of the village to get Mart’amay Hanna from the apple field so that she can come and get the phone because Khalo Bassam called her, and he’s over Beit Jose Umtay’s. And he needs to know if there are any zaytoons there or if he should go pick some up from Umtay Miriam’s mahal before she closes and goes over to Khaltay Ibtesam’s house for coffee.

They’re busy little guys.

The mother can’t go herself because she’s busy making food, entertaining visitors, and watching the baby. And, of course, there are no phones in the apple field. So, after that whole ordeal, George, will come back and play with his friends in the street for a little while longer before he hears a loud screeching voice call out once again:“GEORGE! YA GEORGE! TA’ALA HONE! YALLA TA’A! AJJIL!”

And so, our sweet little George, with his big, piercing blue eyes, will look up to the roof top where his mother is hanging clothes out to dry, and he’ll get his orders.

“Go take this shirt to bint umaac’s house and wait for her to fix it. When you’re  done, bring it over to Khaltac Samera’s house, so Shadi can try it on. Then go run these four cartons of chicken eggs to Umtac Rhanna’s house, and, on your way home, pick up a bottle of arak from Beit Umac Jamil’s, and bring it over to Dareen’s house before she gets ready to go to the Amadi tonight. Yalla, ajjil!”

They’re like Fed-Ex Ground.

And just as fast, too!

Given their hectic lifestyle, it’s hard to imagine how they stay so damn cute! These little guys don’t get a break, you know?

And those are just the village kids.

Then you’ve got your inner-city kids.


These guys are a totally different breed all together.

Streetwise. Savvy. Slick.

These guys are the real backbone of the economy, you know what I mean?

Want to talk business? Lay down your terms.

Want to invest in markets? He’ll broker the deals.

Want to go global? He’ll run the tightest worldwide distribution network out there.

The kid’s on it.

They’re running the show over there. They’re in the souks, and they’re wheelin’ and dealin,’ babe. And it ain’t no kiddie stuff either. They’re not just some little kids helping out; they’re straight-up hustlers. They’re managers, owners, buyers, traders, brokers, CEOs, CFOs, board members, financial advisors, senior accountants, department heads, regional managers, senior vice presidents, secretaries of commerce, secretaries of the treasury. They’re everything. And to them, business is business.

There’s some big action going on there, especially in the major cities. Damascus, Aleppo, and Homs are like New York, London, and Tokyo. Straight Street is like Wall Street. Opening Bell and they’re live on the floor buying and selling in all sectors—financial, agricultural, metals and energy—you name it.

They’ve got their own S&P Composite Index. They’re trading, babe. Stocks. Bonds. Treasury Bills. Mutual Funds. Olive Oil. Light Sweet Crude Olive Oil. Sugar. Wheat. Grain. Corn. Coffee. Tobacco. Live cattle. Textiles. Sequins. Bonds notes. MatéBizzer.Bridal Gowns. Incense. Lingerie. Silver. Brass.

And gold.

Tons and tons of gold.

The souks are packed, and thousands of people are shopping. Every day is like Black Friday. Customers swarm everywhere, and they’re demanding, too. Retailers gotta be fast, sharp, and quick!

And they’re good. Very good.

These little guys are so good that, if they organized, they could restructure the economy of any third world country and turn it all around. They alone can get the country to a point where they could underwrite loans, provide military support, and distribute billions of dollars in federal-aid packages.

The countries need them.

Somebody tell Bono.

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