أرصاد أرضية

Everyday those photos haunt me, I want to shout... just cover his tummy, then I convince myself he is dead... it doesn't matter... I still want them to cover him... too young to be killed... His father crumbling at his knees in another photo crying... shouting with rage while looking at his 3 sons dead... All that time he spent raising them... long nights spent awake beside them when they were ill... so much effort to raise them to this tender age only to see his kids covered in blood... laid down on the cold floor... and unlike everything in Gaza their faces peaceful and full of innocence... Tell that father not to fight back... Tell him you should renounce violence and never ask for revenge... tell his wife to welcome the Israelis and live peacefully side by side... Tell them not to rejoice when they see "suicide bombers" taking others lives along with theirs... Every morning there is at least one photo in all official newspapers in Jordan that breaks your heart and s...

A hospital in Amman last Thursday... late at night, I had chest pain and wanted to check it out. I sat down in a room to have my blood pressure checked when a nurse stormed into the room shouting "COLD WHITE" and holding a baby so small in size... so young... so tenderly wrapped in his bed sheets... I stood up and the baby was placed in the bed I just sat on, I didn't know what to do... I stood there in complete shock... I was looking at his eyes, there was no movement whatsoever... he was looking at me, through me, rather in my direction but not at anything... I kept looking trying to find any sign of life... I didn't believe what I saw... I didn't want to believe it... he can't be dead... he is sooo young... His eyes were so wide, but his skin was yellow and his lips almost blue... I cannot forget his wide eyes... "Sorry, Please leave the room" another nurse said.. "Of course, of course" as I was wearing my jacket... Doctors rushed in... ...