"They shoot children, do they?" Arab children!

Her gesture in worrying about her mother, about not wanting to cause a beloved parent any grief was partly genuine, and partly an attempt to distract herself from the fact that she knew something terrible had just happened to her. Indeed a child’s sweetness knows no bounds, irrespective of where such a child can be found in the world.

As she lie in a bath of her own warm blood that increased with each passing second, while frantic adults attempt to effect that which they know is futile, all she can think is that her mother must be worried, and how she wishes she could be home with her now, if only for enough time to give her one final embrace, tell her of a daughter’s love, and to say goodbye.

Sweets, an indispensable part of any child’s life, even in places that have been torn apart by warfare for the last century

Mona grew up in a world of bullets and mortars, allowed the carelessness of her childhood to overpower her reason just enough to persuade her towards venturing f

clipped from crescentandcross.wordpress.com Independence Day “I have to get home to my mother, she will be so worried if I am not back soon.” 9 year-old Mona clutched at the gaping hole in her stomach, blood pouring out of her as if someone had turned on a faucet. There was something so terribly and indescribably out of place in her frail words, the colliding of two disparate worlds, that of a mother’s child, and that of a little girl facing down the ugliest of what life and humanity had to offer. The man who was kneeling at her side however knew better. He was a trained medical professional, and in a war zone known as Gaza of all places. He had seen this scenario a thousand times before, and a thousand times too many as far as he was concerned. This child would not be going home, at least not her earthly home, given the fact that she had just been shot in the stomach at close range by a soldier wielding a machine gun, the bullets from which produced exit wounds on her tiny body that were as large as golf balls.

Jewish worshipers desecrate Palestinian cemetery

clipped from www.metimes.com Jewish worshippers desecrate Palestinian cemetery June 8, 2007 Jewish worshippers desecrated a Palestinian cemetery in the occupied West Bank where they were taken by the army to pray at a holy site, witnesses and military sources said Friday. Several hundred Israelis arrived in Kifel Hares village where the army imposed a curfew so that the worshippers could gather at the grave where they believe that Biblical figure Joshua is buried, Palestinian witnesses said. Mayor of the northern village, Ahmed Buzieh, said that Jewish worshippers shouted slogans such as "death to the Arabs" and scrawled insults on the walls before heading onto the cemetery where they desecrated nine tombs. An Israeli military source said that the religious Jews wrote death to Arabs on the graves and broke stone tombs. "The army is taking the matter with the utmost seriousness," the source said.