Palestinian Israelis?

My friend Mustafa likes to tell the story of the mystified Egyptian hotel clerk. On his first trip to Egypt, the clerk at Mustafa’s hotel asked for his passport. Mustafa duly handed over his Israeli passport, at which point the clerk called out in disbelief, “An Israeli passport? You are an Israeli? How can that be? You speak Arabic, you are an Arab, how can you possibly be Israeli?” Mustafa looked back at him. “Wallah, I was born forty years ago, and when I opened my ...