I'm an Israeli living in an Arab village and I'm very scared

I am going to end up in an Israeli prison because the majority of the people in this chamber will report me for posting this. I'm an Arab living in an Arab village called Tayibe. I live here amongst an Arab population, study in an Arab school and generally live like an Arab. I've lived in Israel my whole life but I felt an urge to leave the country because of all the hatred and before I left I wanted to experience Arab life in Israel. I ended up staying here after I saw the similarities between a Jewish city and an Arab city. People kept criticizing the Arab people and saying we're all terrorists. They said we throw stones, we throw Molotov cocktails, we stab them, we shoot them, we kidnap them, we bomb them. They said we're all like that, and I wanted to see if it's true, and after living here for years I can say they're wrong. I feel here like I felt in a Jewish city. Everything felt normal. Nothing wrong going on. Everyone's minding their own business. I felt an urge to know more about the people living here and before I ended up leaving the country I wanted to share my feelings with the people living here. I went to school and I felt like an outsider who needs to adapt to a new school. Everything felt new to me, the people, the teachers, and the students. I went to my history teacher and asked him to study the history of the Jewish people. He laughed and said it's not in the curriculum and we're not allowed to study it. He asked me why I wanted to do that and I said it's because I couldn't understand how they're feeling, how they're thinking, and how they're living. He told me I'm a traitor and I need to leave the school. I kept asking him until he called the principal and they kicked me out. I got home and I told my mother about it and she said I'm crazy and I need to leave the country. I went to my friends and told them what happened and they also said I'm a traitor and I need to leave the country. I felt like there's no one who believes in me who wants to do what's right.<br><br>I felt like everyone's going against me and it's hard to live like this. I got home and I looked at the map of Israel and I wanted to know more. I looked at the cities of Israel and the villages of Israel and I wanted to know more. I went to the Jewish cities of Israel and I realized the people who live here are the same people living in an Arab city. Everyone's going about their daily business. I don't see any difference between the people. They're living their lives without any problem. And then I returned to my village and told everyone about it and they called me an idiot and a traitor and I got angry. Everyone living in this village hates Israel so much and no one has ever lived with an Israeli to see who they truly are. I looked at my fellow Arabs and I felt like they're just basing everything on their feelings. They don't know what's going on and they're just spreading hatred.<br><br>I feel like I'm the bad guy and everyone else is correct. My family is telling me to post on social media and tell everyone about the people in this village who throw stones and Molotov cocktails who throw bombs and who kill people. I don't want to do that, I just want to share the truth. But everyone wants me to do the opposite and I feel like I'm alone in the village. I felt everyone's against me, I'm the only one who wants to tell the truth and I felt like I'm the only one who knows what's going on. I followed my fellow Arabs for an entire week and everything was fine until I saw some of them throwing stones. I got closer and I saw them burning tires and throwing Molotov cocktails. I followed them for a while and they went into a house and called all the people in the house to throw stones and Molotov cocktails. I followed them for a while and I saw them going into a forest and throwing stones and Molotov cocktails at an Israeli police car.<br><br>I felt like I was going crazy. I went to my family and told them and they got very quiet. They looked at me and told me I owe it to every Arab in the world to throw stones and Molotov cocktails and I said no. But they just laughed at me. They said everyone needs to throw stones and Molotov cocktails and bombs and shoot people and kidnap people. They said every Arab owes it to this world to throw stones and Molotov cocktails and everyone who doesn't owe it to this world and to the people in it to do that. I got very angry and told them no. I told them that we're not all like that, we're good people. But they told me we're not good people because we're not throwing stones and Molotov cocktails. They told me I'm not an Arab because I'm not throwing stones and Molotov cocktails. They said every Arab owes it to this world to throw stones and Molotov cocktails and I'm not an Arab because I'm not throwing stones and Molotov cocktails.<br><br>I went to my friends and told them what happened and they said the same thing. I told them no and they called me an idiot and a traitor and they told me to get out. I told them we're not all like that, we're good people. But they told me we're not good people because we're not throwing stones and Molotov cocktails. They told me I'm not an Arab because I'm not throwing stones and Molotov cocktails. They said every Arab owes it to this world to throw stones and Molotov cocktails and I'm not an Arab because I'm not throwing stones and Molotov cocktails.<br><br>I feel like I'm the only person in this village who knows what's going on. I followed everyone for a while and I saw that they owe it to everyone to throw stones and Molotov cocktails. They saw me filming them and they started yelling at me. They chased me and I ran into a nearby grocery store. They came after me and started hitting me. They tied my hands and legs and they threw me in a nearby car. The driver sped as fast as he could until we got to a forest. They threw me on the ground and started hitting me until I fainted. I woke up in the hospital and a nurse came to me and told me I'm an idiot and a traitor. They told me I need to leave the village or I'll end up dead. They handed me my phone and before I looked there was an Arab standing next to me. Then I looked at my phone and saw there was a post on my Instagram account that I didn't post. The post said all the truth about the village and the people living in it. They followed me for the rest of the day and I felt like I was going to die.<br><br>I need to leave Israel or I'll end up dead. I want to leave Israel but I'm too scared to leave.