- Published on Thursday, 21 June 2012 12:16
By Waleed Al-Meadana
It is hard when a man beholds his innocent child, laid dead and mingled with her blood. The smell, the scattered parts of the soft body, the silent heart –or better the silenced heart—alongside the tears of the woeful kinfolks, weeping before the fragmented body, provoke one's self to retaliate! Each on his own way. Some might write about the actions, undertaken by Israel (like myself), whereas others might hit back.
On both cases, a little toddler like Hadeel Haddad is not but doomed, and destined to lose; she lost her childhood. Israel erased the forced smile she wore over her face, and banished her to another world –the world of dead where serenity takes over the sounds of the Israeli apaches hovering over the bleak, crying sky of Gaza, and where calmness holds the droning voices of the drones accountable. The Israeli missile that fragmented the clock of the night into two halves took the life of Hadeel for no reason but being Palestinian. Or more accurately, a 2-year-old, young, terrorist Palestinian child. Had she survived all the crushing actions of the Israeli warplanes, she would have given birth to Palestinian gunfighters (This is probably the main pillar of the Israeli pretext).
This proves a lot! Israel has been eradicating the Palestinian people, no matter how old they are, ever since it was declared an independent state. Being a Palestinian is more than enough to be slaughtered like a sheep. This is the denied fact by both the international community and the UN. People, like Hadeel, would stigmatize both. And history will never drop their parts of the massacre. People like Hadeel will rewrite history, even though they are wronged by both, media machine and military machine. And Hadeel to triumph.