Those who know me can tell that I have a free spirit and love all colors, religions, countries. I avoid posting controversial articles. Today, I’m breaking all my rules.
As a caring human being, I MUST speak my mind.
It’s your right not to agree with my passion for justice, but please don’t send me hate mail, and feel free to unfriend me on Facebook, Twitter and anywhere you see me.
All my life, I worked at suppressing my childhood memories of Israel’s attacks on my hometown. I can’t count how many times I’ve seen burnt flesh, wailing mothers, and angry fathers holding their dead children. The shelter in my grandparents’ basement became a part-time residence. I feared darkness and dreaded the late hours because I knew we would once again be attacked by the Israeli war planes and missiles. Many nights, I fell asleep on the floor in a corner of the shelter with my hands covering my ears to wake up excited that we were still alive.
With every blast and explosion that shook our home, I wondered if that bomb killed my brother and sister who lived in our hometown’s boarding school. Thankfully, they didn’t get hurt.
Daylight was always a blessing. I rushed down the street to make sure that my friends and relatives weren’t hurt to find out that my aunt who was cowered over her four children to protect them was killed and her brains were splattered on the wall while her kids looked on.
I became emotionless and angry. Life was a battle.
I refrained from posting pictures of the horrors and dead children in Gaza, but I ask you to take a look online. I tried to ignore these images for so many years in an effort to leave the pain behind, but how can I?
Vicious attacks by Israel are happening now and children are being murdered in Gaza while people are celebrating the World Cup victories all over the world.
Israel claimed to have given the Palestinian families notice and asked them to leave before they dropped bombs on their homes.
Where did they want them to go?
Palestinian children are NOT the terrorists you’re looking for. They are NOT the enemy. They are beautiful and innocent children that wanted a normal life. They wanted to walk to school without being harassed. They wanted to sit down at a computer desk and play Minecraft. They wanted to watch the Disney Channel.
They will never experience a normal life.
They are now Angels in Heaven.
Unlike the children of Palestine, I was lucky to flee to another country that accepted me and my family. The Ivory Coast became my home for few years till I moved to the United States.
I yearned to go back home to Lebanon to show my husband and kids where I once lived.
In July, 2006, we lived the horrors of another war and plane attacks by Israel. This time with my husband and children. We made it back home safely.
Who is to blame? Politicians and corrupt governments. They make decisions that destroy civilian lives whether Americans, Palestinians, Israelis, Lebanese, Iraqis, Egyptians and the list goes on.
My identity has been hijacked. My country has been taken over by a religious war and my religion of PEACE, Islam, has been taken over by extremists that perform unthinkable acts in the name of God.
I can no longer hide behind Joel Osteen and Dr. Wayne Dyer’s daily inspirational quotes and Yoga classes while watching the constant daily reminders of the unjust atrocities happening in the Middle East.
My heart aches for the people suffering at the hands of evil. All I can do is pray for goodness and inner peace even though my faith is diminishing.
Where are the Arab leaders?
Where is the United Nations?
How do we make it STOP?
Questions that will forever be unanswered?
Peace to all!