zaterdag, februari 24, 2007

 

Tagged

I've been tagged by Drima http://www.sudanesethinker.com/2007/02/19/tagged-by-raccoon/#comments


he's taking revenge on me boohoooowww

cause I tagged him last time.

Anyway I'm supposed to tell a bunch of things about me that nobody knows.

I've been thinking and thinking and came up with nothing LOL.

So, if there's anything anyone wants to ask:

go ahead ;)

Sorry Drima: this one was too difficult for me....


Tse.

 

Afraid to leave your home....

"Everyone here is disgusted by what's happening in the Gaza Strip," said Shireen Atiyeh, a 30-year-old mother of three working in one of the Palestinian Authority ministries. "We are telling the world that we don't deserve a state because we are murdering each other and destroying our universities, colleges, mosques and hospitals. Today I'm ashamed to say that I'm a Palestinian."

Ayman Abu Khalaf, a 40-year-old businessman, said he was seriously considering moving with his family to Jordan because of the growing state of anarchy and lawlessness in the PA territories.

"The situation is very dangerous and many people are afraid to leave their homes," he said. "I'm very worried about the safety of my children. There are many armed gangs and everyone is afraid. If the situation does not improve, I will take my family and go to Jordan. This is not the Palestine we want to live in."


Further to our 'conversation' Nobody, in my previous posting in the comments section:

do you still think that the overall mentality of the Palestinians in respect to their children is one of not caring? Have you ever tried to look beyond the facade of the media and propaganda and short video clips on tv and public-opinion scoring organizations showing groups of children wildly passionate throwing stones at soldiers and conclude that 'the' Palestinian parents must be a special sort of parents letting their children go out to harm's way?

More and more as we get to actually HEAR from those 'hidden' Palestinians - in Dutch called 'the great grey mass" because they are never given the chance to relay the real thoughts existing in day-to-day life and their opinions - don't you agree that there are way more connecting elements existing between the 'sides' than those separating them?

I'm not trying to be politically correct. I'm not looking for castles in the air. I'm not trying to hold on to a SHRED of hope. I'm trying to encourage to look unabashed at your fellow human beings and admit that there's nothing wrong with their basic instincts as protecting parents, but for only a small amount of seriously twisted people anyway.....

.... and not fall into the trap extremists set for everyone to believe in and the media is so profoundly working on to enforce...

AlGhaliboon:
is an extremist. Don't take her/his superficial 'we' 'you' game as speaking for people he/she pretends to 'represent' - he/she doesn't represent the Palestinians, but only her/his very own ideal and that of the group of people that is evenly selfish as he/she is.

Tse.

link:


http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1170359774215&pagename=JPost/JPArticle/ShowFull

dinsdag, februari 13, 2007

 

We have been made instruments of war....

http://www.forward.com/articles/a-plea-for-peace-from-a-bereaved-palestinian-fathe/

A Plea for Peace From a Bereaved Palestinian Father

| Fri. Feb 09, 2007

I fought with my daughter on the day she was shot.

On her way out the door to school, Abir announced, in that way children have of doing, that she would be playing with a friend that afternoon rather than coming straight home to study for an exam scheduled for the next day. She was 10 years old, smart, dedicated to her schoolwork and still a little girl.

She wanted to play. I told her to not even think about it.

If I could tell her anything now, it would be: Go. Do whatever you want. Play.

Because now, she never will. She will never laugh again, never hear her friends calling her name, never feel the love of her family wrapped around her at night like a warm blanket.

Abir, the third of my six children, was shot in the head as she left school January 16, caught in an altercation between Israel Border Guard troops and older kids who may or may not have been throwing rocks. She died two days later.

I know what the Israeli army has said about the incident, and I know what Abir’s older sister Arin saw with her own two eyes: Abir was running away from the troops when she suddenly stopped and fell, and blood splattered onto the ground. An independent autopsy confirms the most likely cause of death: a rubber bullet, through the back of Abir’s head. I have that bullet in my house, because poor Arin, watching her sister get shot, picked up the bullet and brought it home. I was not surprised when the Israeli army tried to blame Abir for her own death. First we were told that she was among the rock throwers; then we were told that “something” blew up in her hands — though her hands remained miraculously in tact— before she could toss it at the Border Guard jeep.

I was not surprised, but the anguish that such fabrications cause my wife and me is hard to express. Our baby was killed — must her name and innocence be desecrated, as well?

It would be easy, so easy, to hate. To seek revenge, find my own rifle, and kill three or four soldiers, in my daughter’s name. That’s the way Israelis and Palestinians have run things for a long time. Every dead child — and everyone is someone’s child — is another reason to keep killing.

I know. I used to be part of the cycle. I once spent seven years in an Israeli jail for helping to plan an armed attack against Israeli soldiers. At the time, I was disappointed that none of the soldiers was hurt.

But as I served out my sentence, I talked with many of my guards. I learned about the Jewish people’s history. I learned about the Holocaust.

And eventually I came to understand: On both sides, we have been made instruments of war. On both sides, there is pain, and grieving, and endless loss.

And the only way to make it stop is to stop it ourselves.

Many people came to support and comfort us as Abir lay dying, her small face chalk white, her eyes forever closed. Among those who never left my side were a number of men I have recently come to love as brothers, men who know my past, and who share it. Men who, like me, were trained to hate and to kill, but who now also believe that we must find a way to live with our former enemies.

Israeli men. Every one of them, a former combat soldier.

These men and I are members of Combatants for Peace. Each of us, 300 Palestinians and Israelis, was once on the front lines of the conflict. We shot, bombed, tortured and killed. We believed it was the only way to serve our people.

Now we know this not to be true. We know that to serve our people, we must fight not each other but the hatred between us. We must find a way to share this land each people holds in the depths of its soul, to build two states side by side. Only then will the mourning end.

I will not rest until the soldier responsible for my daughter’s death is put on trial, and made to face what he has done. I will see to it that the world does not forget my daughter, my lovely Abir.

But I will not seek vengeance. No, I will continue the work I have undertaken with my Israeli brothers. I will fight with all I have within me to see that Abir’s name, Abir’s blood, becomes the bridge that finally closes the gap between us, the bridge that allows Israelis and Palestinians to finally, inshallah, live in peace.

If I could tell my daughter anything, I would make her that promise. And I would tell her that I love her very, very much.

Bassam Aramin lives in Anata, just outside of Jerusalem.


May I admire you, sir? May I sit in silence out of utmost respect for you? May I cry for your hurt? May I then quitely put my arms around you and embrace you and may I please call you brother?

Tse.

dinsdag, februari 06, 2007

 

Lebanese anti-semitism...

This morning I wanted to post about my outrage at the fact that -although Lebanon is 'the enemy' it is showing on tv silly, unworthy sicko's like Lebanese poet Marwan Chamoun who's seriously spreading anti-semitism - gush, can't he just demonize the actual facts?


The traditional anti-Semitic blood libel in which Jews are accused of murder and using blood for religious purposes has once again found expression in the Arab world, this time in a TV broadcast in Israel's northern neighbor, Lebanon.

In a video clip translated by MEMRI, the Middle East translation institute, Lebanese poet Marwan Chamoun says: "How many of us Lebanese, or even Arabs, know anything about the Talmud? Or about the book, Exposing the Talmud? Or about the book, Pawns on the Chessboard?"

"When somebody gets married, instead of chocolates, I give him one of these books. Whoever reads this for the first time feels a chill of horror and disbelief. He cannot believe it."

But then - now - I quite understand that poor creature. After all who can blame a person for being terrified of us, of me: with my horns and reptile-tail?


Blow him and blow everybody that willfully WOULD love to believe these devillish demonizations.

I rather look at normal people.....


Tse.

Link:
http://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-3361434,00.html



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