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Transgressions, Feelings, Reactions by The Black Pen (H.T.M) Tamer

Kids Speak Out 

A few days after the resistance operation, carried out in Israel by a resident of Aida camp on 29/1/2004, the barbaric Israeli occupation forces rushed the camp to pursue the martyr’s dispatcher and to demolish the martyr’s family home. This operation continued for many hours till his home was found and demolished.

Unfortunately, the confrontational infringement did not stop at Aida camp, but continued into dehesheh (the camp where I live). It was around midnight of the first day of Eid Al Adha. The IDF roamed the camp searching houses and arresting a number of youths and men from among the residents… I was awakened by my mother.

- “Get up and turn your computer on right away,” she said.

Reluctantly, I got up and did as I was told. She then instructed me to erase everything pertaining to the current political situation.

As you know I keep all my articles on my computer. Including pictures of the Church of Nativity during its siege, as well as, pictures of Bethlehem when it was reoccupied by the IDF. I also had pictures of Mohammad Addurah, Eiman Hijou and many more child victims -under the age of 15- that I had painstakingly collected from the internet, from friends and from the news in the hope of writing a comprehensive article about the martyred Palestinian children... Forgotten by the world…. Alas, I had to erase all the files pertaining to the situation… all this just in case! In case our house were to be rushed by the IDF my computer would be searched, in which case any of the following scenarios may take place:

a- They may arrest and imprison me.

b- They may smash my computer and/or my head

c- They may confiscate my computer

d- They may wreak havoc in the house or demolish it

e- Or they may interrogate me

Luckily, the IDF left at 5AM and never came to our house. The next day at 12 noon the Occupation Forces renewed their penetration of Aida camp, after having allegedly confirmed the identity of the martyr’s dispatcher. His house was surrounded, he was killed in his home and the home was demolished.

Needless to say, I was grieved by all that had happened… Homes desecrated…women defiled… houses demolished… souls murdered…AND THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS… The children of Palestine reproach the angels of justice, as well as, all of humanity for delaying justice and peace… bewildered tears await the answer… grieved hearts ponder bliss… Palestine hopes against all hope for assistance… I grieve beyond the sunrise… and my sister “Shurouq” (sunrise) awaits the sunrise… this is the life of refugees… from exile to exile… the killing spreads and becomes as banal as hunger.