"You killed him."
"That's right" he smiled
I know the two children and the young father who where murdered in
the last fifteen months by Israeli soldiers so I asked him when it
what day? By his answered I realized the soldier in front of me was the
murderer of my friend Muhammad Daud.
" Let me tell you who you killed" I said.
I don't care.
"I know you don't but I want you to know who you killed. His name was
Muhammad Daud he was fifteen years old he was retarded and I loved him
much..." I told him every thing I could think of about Mohammed and
family. He didn't want to hear it. "I know where he was standing" I said
saw his blood on the ground. There is know way he could have thrown a
you from so far away, let alone a boulder."
"You weren't there." He was screaming now.
"OK. You were there. So you tell me. How far do you think he could
have thrown that "boulder"? three meters? Ten meters? Lets just imagine
it was humanly possible to throw it a hundred meters you where over
hundred meters away.
"You weren't there. "
"That's right I wasn't there. You were there. So you tell me how far
away where you when you murdered him?
He kept trying to stop me but I wouldn't stop. It was all I could do.
fact he didn't want to hear it was the only indication that maybe
deep inside there is a piece of humanity still intact in this boy.
After they walked away I was lucky to have friends with me who held me
wept. Meeting his killer reopened the wound of losing my friend, a wound
never healed. I realized that if any man was evil the soldier I just
was, and yet he was a boy, an ignorant and stupid boy that never should
been given any power. That never should have step foot in any village.
never should have had a gun.
Young Soldiers, many of them like Muhammad's Killer control every Aspect
the lives of millions of Palestinians in the occupied territories.
youth like these have the power of life and death over Palestinian
This cannot continue.
To stop this injustice we need help.
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