Everyone had a phobia as a child, from dreading the darkness where you would imagine silhouettes bombarding your safe haven of a bed to crawling little creatures whose bite we always assumed to be fatal. I for example, was ever fearful of thieves breaking into our house and stealing my bicycle (not that I owned one). It had little to do with the neighbourhood, more so the fictitious tales told by peers who heard them from God knows where. All in all, children are fearful creatures, and that is okay really, for whoever has nothing to fear also has nothing to love.
That is why my heart goes out to everyone in Gaza after a UN school in Gaza was attacked claiming sixteen lives. In a shameful (shameless applies too) attack by Israel, they not only targeted the Hamas they believed were in the school vicinity (these beliefs they have seem extremely justified nowadays) but sleeping children too. As a child to wake up and find scores dead and injured is by no means rosy. In fact, it is prima-facie a catalyst to insomnia and mental instability, and not just to children for we are all human.
It is callous colonialism when you cannot take your ill child to hospital because even the hospitals (which do not even offer quality healthcare) pose a potent threat to a missile strike, because, well, Israel "believe" the robinhoods (Hamas) are camping at the hospitals.
The irony is that the victims had fled to seek refuge in the school whereas the aforementioned tyrants had legitimately attacked a logical rebel camp, that is, a school for the United Nations Children Education Fund. Two shells were precisely fired at two classrooms where evidence of prior family existence was seen. How benevolent of the Israeli government.
BBC News earlier posted a video of a six year old girl (one saved from rubbles in the ruins) writhing in pain. She had literally no more tears left to cry and what gave her crying away were the sobs, perhaps more from the fear than pain. Her comment was a question no little girl should ever have to ask, "What do we have to do with all these?"
Seeing mothers bawling over the demise of their infants is as agonising as it is unjust. There can never be enough consolation to a mother for killing her children like dogs in the streets. To say goodbye to a child you have yet to say hello to is as painful as it gets really. The vice versa is equally sad because it will inevitably extend to future generations who never got the chance to meet their parents. Neither a hello nor a goodbye. And that is Israel for you.
Hearing the mourns of the dilapidated children and scrawny youth is appalling. The visual images of the child survivors are ones that even adults cannot fathom. The pusillanimous state they are left in is one even time cannot fix.
Then there are the patriarchs. The men in Gaza are probably overlooked as is the norm of the current society. It is an enormous task as a father figure to assure your child or better half of security when you are skeptical of your own. It is even harder to supress tears when you lose a family member because you are assumed to be strong. I have to say that in all the clips I have seen to date, I have, not once seen a Gaza man cry. Believe me, it burns like coal to feign a smile while the bile-like saliva is burning down your throat.
Israel have decided that human life in Gaza is not indispensable. Their efforts in peace keeping in Palestine have not gone unnoticed. Obliterating, wounding and traumatizing innocent citizens is a mammoth step towards achieving world peace. It must be good riddance to them to exterminate the senile as well as women and children. We wouldn't want these infant terrorists to attack the pious Israel now, would we?
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