Oh my dear Palestine

Injustice is a poison that is trying to kill us.
Trying to kill innocent people, people with hearts pure as the sky after the rain but yet so fragile. I see them everyday, murdered, tortured, blood covered but still faithful to their principles, to their religions and to themselves. They don't sell their souls to survive. Because even when they survive, how will they face themselves? Nothing will be left of them than a hollow wrap that they carry day after day, realizing that death would have released them but yet so glad to be able to feel the rain on their skin despite the fact that every drop hurts their scratched skin…
The sky is blue, the sun shines, it’s a perfect day…but the stabbing screams they hear resound continuously in their minds when the bombs cease falling for minutes.
How they miss the good old times when all the family sat by table the evening, eating dinner and laughing together.

At night, they can’t sleep, they always think about the family members they lost. About how it was like to sit in front of the TV, seeing all those pictures of the war and feeling pitiful for the people who live in such a situation. Now they find themselves in such a world, where the future dies and nearly all hope is gone. The only thing they can do is to pray God to help them.

Isolated…forgotten…lonely…

What can a kid who is 7 years old do in this case? Both his parents are dead, his grandfather was hit by a bullet and his older brother is still buried under the debris of their house. Desperate case.
What is he supposed to do? Imagine how he felt when he saw the hand of his brother stuck between two rocks of the ruins, smudged with blood?

Little babies who never got to know life, born in a filthy world of intrigues, hatred and death, never able to see the big wide world…and maybe it is better for them…because heaven is better than the hell in this world.

All these people fall victim to injustice and abuse of authority.
All these people suffer for nothing, nothing and nothing.
We have to stand up and raise our voice! They can’t do much but we are able to help them if we only get together and give an effort!


“When the rich wages war, it’s the poor who dies.”
(Said by Linkin Park member Mike Shinoda)