Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl named “Nur” whom I met and the following dialogue took place between us.
She: Hello Hicham
Me: Hello Nur.
Me: I don’t know what to say.
She: Don’t be sad dear; I’m not the first, and I’ll not be the last. This is the reality of this state.
Me: I know and I’d mentioned this before, but still don’t know what to say.
She: Do you know what happened?
Me: No, you tell me.
She: I was sleeping in the basement of a house with my family, and an “intelligent missile” hit the house and killed us for no particular reason except the deep hate those people feel against us. They are twisting the truth, forget that they are occupying forces against resistance, and still find the support from the world.
Me: Did you feel anything?
She: I was just sleeping beside my brother, my sister, father and mother. Suddenly, I find this man holding me. Actually, he’s holding my dead body which had left this planet without any sorrow. My soul is free; my country will be always free despite of what’s happening now. Finally I shall meet my family in Heaven, and this is the real happiness.
(short silence)
She: Well, I’m leaving. Bye Bye
Me: Bye Bye, May ALLAH bless your soul
[*] Palestine, Lebanon, Iraq, Chechnia and Wherever
[*] Extracted from my personal blog. Original Post: Nur Speaking
