PALESTINE
LIFE AND TIMES OF DAWOOD BIN YUSUF
SUBJECT: THEY HAVE ARRIVED
TIME: NEAR MIDNIGHT
I sit here in the faint moonlight, my heart thudding.The soft drip-drop of a leak is the only sound that breaks the horrific silencein my basement I lie still, careful not to make a sound as I write, because a sound ismade by a living thing and as far as the Israeli soldiers are concerned, living things are supposed to be killed.
I fear even though I am fearless, death means nothing to me.I have seen it, witnessed it and felt the cold, lifeless bodies of my family.They have taken away my home, my country, my family and with itthey have squashed my childhood, my peace, my innocence, my love,my freedom and my hope. My mother my sisters and my father “DEAD!”.What is in this life to live for? Even as I write my only brother lies bleeding next to me.I cannot speak, I cannot shout, I cannot scream. I have to wait in theagonizing silence and watch my brother die in front of my very eyes. If I makeeven a shuffle they will come and do worse.
Tears stream continuously down my face as I hold my bleeding brother in my arms.“Where is the justice” I scream inside. “Where is it!!!” I scream till there isnothing left to scream for! The heavens still do not answer me, as I gaze upwards,my questions remains unanswered
Slowly I turn my face downwards and I see my brother close his eyes for thevery last time. I make a silent plea to THE ONE who answers my pleas,I pray to THE ONE who answers my prayers and I have faith, inTHE ONE who gives me faithfaith.Justice will be met. JUSTICE WILL BE MET……..
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