The sounds of bombs took over the temporary silence that prevailed all over the place, followed by the sirens of ambulances that wracked one’s nerves, the smell of both burning flesh and gunpowder welding with one another, the black and dark sight due to the cloud of ashes that surrounded the overall scene, and the stunning voices of the weeping, woeful, and sighing wounded bodies, squealing in acute pain, and being thrown everywhere were all flatly clear-cut evidences that the drums of the 23-day-long war on Gaza had been beaten. And Operation Cast Lead was okayed.
17 seconds or less were more than enough for the 60 – warplane Israeli fleet to take the lives of 200 men, and to draw the landmarks of the massacre, never seen in the history of the mankind. At that same exact moment the Israeli airman pressed the button, 200 mothers were bereaved; 200 wives were widowed. And more than 200 orphans were lost. They are fatherless. But never had the Israeli airman, who pressed the button, opened the gate of death, and directed this dramatic action, been convicted. And the dead to blame.
Palestinians were merely numbers that the whole world shrugged off the responsibility of holding the Israeli aggression accountable, and the whole world was subject to the Israeli will, geared by Israeli propaganda. Once again the Palestinians to blame! They were desolated. Everywhere a man turned his eyes, he would but see appalled faces, he would but hear children screaming. Shrouds were the most prominent, and the smell of death was repulsive. The bodies of the dead were in squalid conditions, and they stank because they were left unburied. Some were snapped by the Israeli military bulldogs. Neither did the Israelis have respect for the people alive, nor did they have it for the dead. Respect withered. It died actually the moment the happy-bull-trigger soldiers shot a child, vanish a family –like al-Sammouni family, and at least feel not sorry for the bad actions they did.
Cemeteries were not exempt. The dead, who no longer speak a breath aloud, were bombed, as if they were destined to taste death twice. Among them was my grandpa whose grave was shattered into pieces like many neighboring others. The English Cemetery in Gaza in which many British soldiers, who died in the world War II, are buried was not exempt either. It was a war against everything that aimed at erasing and changing the history of the land. Our land. Palestine.
The fact of being here today belies their beliefs. Long time ago, the Israelis believed that they could eradicate the Palestinian people, change the landmarks of the land and manipulate history, yet they failed. As long as a Palestinian child knows how to pronounce “Palestine,” they will keep failing over and over. And another war would be with no avail. The first day of the war ended. Another day began, and the Israeli thirst for war grew. More were to be slaughtered on their altar. Please, be lost.
And another war is approaching !