Zaid Hamid and Hamid Gul boarded a plane out of Ankara for Doha. Zaid sat in the window seat, Gul in the middle seat. Just before takeoff a fat, little Israeli guy got on and took the aisle seat next to them. He kicked off his shoes, wiggled his toes and was settling in when Zaid Hamid in the window seat said, “I think I’ll go up and get a coke Alhamdullah.”
“No problem,” said the Israeli. “I’ll get it for you.” While he was gone, Zaid Hamid picked up the Israeli’s shoe and spit in it. When the Israeli returned with the coke, Hamid Gul said, “That looks good. I think I’ll have one too.”
Again, the Israeli obligingly went to fetch it, and while he is gone Hamid Gul picked up the other shoe and spit in it.
Zaid Hamid: “Alahmdullah! We have taught the Jew a good lesson. Great khair is coming. And in these shadeed halaat we need to trouble these jews to take revenge.”
Hamid Gul: “InshaAllah, Jaroor.”
The Israeli returned with the coke, and they all sat back and enjoyed the short flight to New York.
As the plane was landing the Israeli slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.
“How long must this go on?” he asked. “This enmity between our peoples….. this hatred… this animosity… this spitting in shoes and peeing in cokes?”