Israel: Why Won’t You Let Children Live in Peace?

No matter what is the social network I go to, I always learn about children being among the victims of Israeli soldiers (men and women included). I really try to understand what kind of people these soldiers are I still can’t comprehend. They seem to be made of only bad emotions, humanity seems to have left these people. I even wonder if they are human beings, to me they are not from this planet.

They prevent Palestinians from crossing the checkpoints, they go as far as stating that children are a threat for them hence they don’t hesitate to hit and mistreat those poor children till blood comes out. They laugh as they beat, it seems that only the sight of blood can calm down their obstination once they start torturing a Palestinian.

Not to forget, that I read about the fact that children are also imprisoned. What is this nonsense? For someone to be sure that a child is capable of disrupting the security of a population, this implies that that person’s heart is filled with darkness. Children are innocent, they love to play, they are full of joy and happiness, they hardly think of harming people. Some people in Israel just want to extinguish the Palestinian population. Children are a country’s future. Through children any culture can travel through time. Through children a country’s heritage is preserved. But Israel after having stolen the land of Palestinians found a way to exterminate them: targetting children.

I usually attach a picture to my posts but this time I won’t be able to do so. Many pictures of Palestinian children depict them dead, crying, or full of blood.

Random Thoughts about Blogging

Sometimes, writing down what bothers me on my journal really helps me to evacuate all the tensions I have within myself. However, once I hit the “publish button” I always question wether it was right to publish what I did. Maybe many of you know I mainly deal with how difficult it is for me to cope with motherhood but a little voice in my head says no I should not write about that.

Indeed, even if this this wordpress blog is like my “diary” , I should bear in mind that it is public and open to anyone in the worldwide web. There is no key to keep my thoughts secret and when I read back what I had written I sometimes delete out of shame.

Also, one of the problems we encounter when publishing our weak moments online is criticism. Some people do it nicely, other people seem to take pleasure in breaking you down. And that, you don’t have to cope with when you have your own personal and “intimate” paper diary.

There are days too when I write but I am scared of what people might think of my writings. This should not happen because I write for myself first and I am not here to please a public. By that I mean that unlike some authors who write for a specific audience, I just pen down things as a hobbit or to release the stress present in my life.

That being said, I also don’t want my blog to be a gloomy area where things seem to go only wrong lol, that is the reason why very often I refrain myself from publishing a post. Anyway, let’s see how things will go on. I love blogging and I am still looking for my own style as there are many bloggers out there who have already defined a specific role for their blog. That is what I’d like to achieve.

Muffled Words

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The wind brought to me stories of women who stopped voicing out their opinions and sentiments to their husbands. Tired of hearing the same chorus, they have kept the words inside of them, secretely boiling inside of them, scratching and burning their inner self .

There was a time when these women dared to exteriorize their thoughts but as soon as the words flew in the air, their husbands ran towards those. They seized the feelings and ideas that were once intimate to their wives, created a bubble with their both hands to muffle the words and their sounds. And forever the words disapeared under the control of their husbands.

Those men strongly believed that women only said nonsense. “Women cannot have opinions on their own. They are too influenced by feelings. We, on the contrary can master our feelings, we are beings acting with a reasonably clear mind. Women need us to guide them, to shape their life and also their thoughts.” So, that was how a group of men from various countries, various religions, not knowing each other, admiring each other but also despising each other – decide commonly or alone to make sure that some women from all around the world would forever remain quiet.

I told to the wind that I knew stories of women who had a secret place to cry the words they could not tell, I knew stories of women who fell into dementia because their mind and body were tortured by words they no longer mastered and I also knew stories of women who exploded because their inner self could no longer contain the suppressed words they could not voice out.

© Fateema Abdallah