"Why on earth…?"

"Why on earth…?"

The day was very dull, though sun was at its peak. With great difficulty, I reached the main Hospital of Gaza. Trying hard to lift up my legs & walk as quickly as possible. But it seemed that the distance has elongated several times. I saw them waiting for me. I felt my head heavy & my heart hollow. They took me to the emergency ward & I saw her on the bed, lying very calm. Her forehead was rapped with gauze. & her eyes were closed. Her little mouth was slightly open as if she wanted to say something. Pale-faced, I moved slowly to her, I touched her fingers, they were cold. I touched her cheeks, her hair. I lifted her in my arms but she was all cold. My eyes produced no tears. They just couldn’t. I felt my heart sinking, my stomach sore. It seemed as if some one has torn my liver out. I called her "Sara… but she did not move.
 They told me she had been murdered in the bombardment, but I couldn’t believe them... This cant be. Why on earth she would die? She is too little for death to overwhelm her. This simply can't be.

There must be some mistake… just today in the morning, I promised her to go to school to get her admitted. And last week was her fourth birthday. She just can't go. Her little soul is so pious, so innocent. Death can't simply get hold of her. NO! She is not dead. She is just sleeping. When she will wake up I will take her to the market & buy her that chocolate she likes. I will let her eat it & watch her spoiling her mouth & nose & her hands to the wrist. I will take her to the village. She must have missed her grandpa. She will enjoy running after the kitten. "Sara! Sara! Dear, wake up… I'll take u to grandpa." I shook her; she didn’t move. The doctor nearby tried to calm me down. Tears fell from my eyes upon her hand. I wiped them. I kissed her on her cheek with trembling lips… then… I burst into tears. Oh God! Why did she leave me? Why should all that happen to me? Why should I suffer all that?

My dear kid… the child to whom I was ready to give my life… is gone… I'm left alone… alone with sorrows & misery… with pain &grief… which I'll bear all my life. I'm left with memories of hers that would remind me of her cuteness & innocence & of how much I adored her. I'll always be tortured by the remembrance of how she used to come to me & ask me to make her hair. & how she slept on my arms while I fed her.

Every morning, every evening… every day & every night… I regurgitate the same question.

Why on earth am I deprived of my child? Why on earth am I deprived of taking her to school every morning & bringing her back every noon? Why am I deprived of her laughter that used to fill the whole house with joy & liveliness? Why am I devoid of singing for her every night & telling her stories before she slept?

To these questions I always found one & only one answer…

There are people on earth called Jews who don’t want us around, they hate us & hope for us all evils. For that, they try with all means to kick us out of our homeland… for that they killed my little daughter & many other daughters of parents like me. They want us to surrender to the fact that Al-Aqsa is gone… but we won’t…& they will never succeed because what ever evil will they cause us, & whatever pains will they make us suffer; it will make us stronger & stronger until we will be able to get our occupied lands back & we will kick THEM out of this world & only then…

The world will live in peace.

Let my daughter die,

Let many of our little, innocent souls go to the sky.

For there is a new dawn coming,

Full of bright light

Bringing with it the good omen

Of a new world,

Full of peace, tranquility

& life…