Sunday, December 10, 2006

the deadly watch tower- who is the soldier inside that shot?

10 decembre 2006.
voila ce qui s'est passé aucamp de Aida, ou je travaille, ou je joue avec les enfants; ou j'ai pris deja des centaines de photos. j'y connais les gens, les recoins de rue. les choses deviennent alors personnelles. je suis en france et j'ai reçu cette nouvelle comme un coup de couteau.
on me dira que ce n'est qu'un enfant de plus, et qu'en plus il n'est meme pas mort. on me dira de prendre de la distance, d'arreter de prendre les choses d'une maniere trop personnelle. l'enfant n'est pas mort mais le suivant le sera surment. mais doit-on s'habituer a de tels actes, doit-on accepter que des enfants soient blessés, tués, arretés? s'habituer et ne plus protester serait perdre notre humanité, je crie peut etre dans le vide mais que m'importe.
le fait reste qu'un soldat israelien, caché dans une tour militaire qui surveille le camp de refugies de Aida en permanence a visé et tiré CONSCIEMMENT sur un enfant palestinien.
ce vendredi, Miras; 12 ans, l'enfant de Nodal, que je connais de l'organisation BADIL, a été bléssé par balles alors qu'il jouait sur son balcon.
son crime? etre un enfant palestinien.
son meurtrier? un soldat israelien qui ne sera jamais inquieté ni condamné.
le contexte? une occupation militaire doublée d'une colonisation et d'un nettoyage ethnique a petit feu dont personne ne veut dire le nom.
je crie, je me joins aux cris des palestiniens que vous pouvez lire ci dessous; d'autres cris viendront, et on reprochera encore aux Palestiniens ( et à ces quelques illuminés internationaux) de n'avoir pas la decence de mourir en silence.







Miras Nidal Alazzah, is a 12 years old boy, living in Aida camp, facing the newly built racist wall, facing the military watch-tower within the segregation wall which composes part of the planned to be built synagogue at the eastern side of Aida camp. Miras was playing with his brother, sister and cousins on their balcony. Everything was calm, and suddenly around the mid-day of Friday 8th of December 2006, the soldier in the tower started shooting. 6 bullets hit the balcony. One of them penetrated Miras’s body, through the stomach and outside from the other side of his fragile body. He cried in pain. The shuttered glass peaces form the broken windows and fragments of the shooting injured his brother and his sister.

Actually, Miras in the hospital, with parts of his intestines removed. He wonders what wrong did he do apart playing as a normal child? What danger did that generate for those soldiers hiding in their high, arrogant, bullet-proof watch-towers. What crime against humanity has little Miras committed to be shut in cold blood like this. No comment from any political, military or official.

Night is long… may you have something to dream about. Hopefully, it would not be you son, brother, nephew or neighbor who would be in the same situation.



Below is a message from Miras’s Uncle. Read it well.

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Miras Nidal Alazzah, a 12 ans. C’est un garçon vivant au camp Aida, juste en face de nouveau mur de séparation raciste et le tour militaire de surveillance ou se construira la nouvelle synagogue. Miras était entrain de jouer avec son frère, sa sœur et ses cousins sur leur balcon. Tout était calme ce vendredi de 8 Décembre 2006, et le soldat dans le tour a commencé à tirer. Six balles ont frappe le balcon. Une des balles a pénétré le corps de Miras, traversant le estomac et passant dehors de l’autre cote. Il a crie. Le verre casse de la fenêtre et les fragments des balles ont blesses sa sœur et son frère.

Actuellement, Miras est a l’hôpital, une partie de ses intestins enlevée. Il se demande quel tort a-t-il fait a part jouer comme un enfant normal? Quel danger a-t-il provoqué pour ces soldats cachant dans leur hautain, arrogant, anti-balles tours de surveillance ? Quel crime a-t-il commit contre l’humanité pour qu’on lui tire dessus en sang froid ? Aucun commentaire d’aucun politicien, militaire ou officiel.

La nuit est longue… Que vous ayez quelque chose pour rêver…. Espérons que cela ne sera pas votre fils, frère, neveu ou voisin qui subira la même injustice.



Below is a message from Miras’s Uncle. Read it well.



AbdelFattah Abu-Srour, PhD
Director of Al-Rowwad Cultural and Theatre Training Center
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Al-Rowwad is an Independent Center for artistic, cultural, and theatre training for children in Aida Camp trying to provide a "safe" and healthy environment to help children creativity and discharge of stress in the war conditions they are forced to live in
Mobile: (972) 522 401 325- Telefax: +970 2 275 0030
email: alrowwadtheatre@yahoo.com
web site: http://alrowwad.virtualactivism.net

THE SHOOTING OF MIRAS

December 8, 2006

Aida Refugee Camp, Bethlehem, Palestinian West Bank




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Sent: December 9, 2006 1:28 PM

Hi everyone,

I'm going to tell you a little story, and you tell me what's wrong with it, my friend.



Miras, a little 12 years Palestinian boy living in Aida Refugee Camp, is playing with his younger brother and sister, and his cousins on their balcony in their own house. His house is about 50 meters across from the Israeli tower guarding the Separation Wall. Miras and the kids started playing their favourite game "Jaysh (soldier in Arabic) and Arabs"…its like the “cowboys and Indians” game.



It was Friday morning, their day off from school, at 9:30 when they started playing inside the house and when it got warmer outside they went on to continue playing on the balcony.

At approximately 12:10 in the after noon the Israeli Soldier(s) opened fire toward the kids without warning or apparent provocation from anyone. Miras got shot in the stomach, the bullet hit him from the back and went through his intestines and got out from the other side while he was trying to push his little brother inside the house away from the shooting. Rowyed his little brother tripped and fell on the door-steps and got injured in his feet from the shattered windows which broke from the gun shots. He was lucky, so was Maysan (12yrs) and her sister Ansam (3yrs), also Miras's cousins. Maysan got fragment from the bullets in her stomach too. Ansam got hers in her tiny shoulder. But the shootings finally stopped and there was Miras laying on the floor bleeding and gasping for breathe.



Everyone in the neighbourhood got there, screaming, frantic, and angry. We got him to the hospital quickly, and there the doctors did an operation to Miras to save his life. So far he's doing fine, but he still has to be under close observation for next 48 hours. The surgeon said that Miras was lucky that the bullet was only 1cm away from the binal cord and only 2mm away from the main blood veins. He continued the bullet had curved inside the stomach away from the vital and major organs like the liver and kidneys and the bladder. So he said" Miras is very lucky kid".

Now Miras is still in the hospital recuperating, and many people come to see the lucky kid and wish him the best. All of us here wish him the best, but some people asked the question, and as a matter of fact they asked Miras:" What wrong did you do". Miras?

Miras said the same:” What wrong did I do?"...I was just playing.

So I'm asking you my friend what's wrong in this picture. Or is there wrong with it at all?

What did a young boy playing on his balcony with his cousins commit in crime to be shot at?

Facts: That day of the shooting every thing was normal as it can be... no demonstrations or stone throwing or any suspicious gathering of people. No shooting from the camp toward the Israelis or from any where else. Things are quite in the area for a long time. I'm talking about months.. no incidents of hostilities what so ever.
The kids had been playing on the balcony for some time before the shooting occured. So the soldier(s) who opened fire must've seen them and had determined that they are just kids playing in their house. The soldier can see them in his own naked eyes to make that determination or he can use the binoculars, I'm sure he has one, to also make sure that they are kids, just playing.

The soldier(s) in the tower are well protected in Bullet - proof shelter and there is no urgent need to make split-second decision to open fire on a kid with a' gun'. Supposing that gun is real. Even though the gun is just a toy and all the kids around her play with it.

Other fact even if the soldier, and lets suppose, he got panicked from the seen of a gun in the hand of someone on the balcony of a house. Does that give him the right to open fire randomly at the seen where he can see there are many small kids around him. It would be a stupid idea to think that he did the right thing by killing other innocent kids to get that one bad real gun man. That's if the senario seemed to him that way of, course.

FACT THERE WAS NO ADULTS WITH THE KIDS< NOT FOR A SECOND>
SO WHAT REALLY HAPPENED? WHAT WENT THROUGH THAT HATEFUL STUPID HEAD OF THAT BLOOD-THIRSTY-SUCKING "SOLDIER(S).

Some of you my friends know that Miras is my nephew and that all the kids in the story are also my nieces and nephews. But it got personal this time, you may say, but really it is beyond that if you want the truth. I'm emotionally hurt and angry... it’s true. But When I went with Miras to the hospital and I was listening to his screams of pain, something else got me more mad.

I saw two little girls in the emergency room on two separate beds crying of pain too. I asked some people about their story and they told me that they where in the car with their father when he had an accident. One of them was dead and the other had some serious injuries. I peaked again inside the room and there was the little one who passed away on her side and she had her two tiny hands underneath her head as if she is in deep sleep. No blood nothing. She had the most dark long beautiful her I ever seen for a five years old girl. But she was dead. Why she was in that final posture of her life? I don't know, but I know that I felt so emotional and I started crying. I wanted to hold that girl. Feel her hands and skin and her hair. I don't know I saw my girl in her. I pictured my daughter Dooda....I saw Miras.. Rowayd, Maysan, Suhaib...all of them. I started seeing the images of the kids in Gaza and Lebanon and Iraq ...Damn! The little Ghalia girl from Gaza and others who moved me so much that I went straight to internet to write about and to release these emotions out of me. I have wrote about the fear I used to have for my self, wife and my kids because of the location of my apartment across from the Israel watching tower. I came back again.

Its not just my family, or my apartment's location, or My country or my region, or the separation wall or just the Israelis. Its bigger than that... its the hatred within us.. the evilness...the racism....prejudice...dominancy game.. greed and jealousy. The kids are really innocent of these and we teach them our hatred and prejudices. So I can understand when some one kill another human being for some reason or the other, because we are polluted inside.

But when someone kills another kid, I just cant understand why. He or she could be the next saviour or the next leader for us out of this blood thirsty cycle we are in. So get up my friend wherever you are. Break the cycle, make a difference in your life and others. We are all tied up behind our selfish needs. The system is drugging us into chasing our basic needs of shelter and food, which seems good at the beginning, but when the majority are not getting even the crums of it, we become hooked up, and on and on into the cycle of doing anything to get the more the better you are.

WE all should work together individuals and institution and governments to make sure there are opportunities for every one. No body left out. America you are wrong if you think you are safe and well and the rest of the world are about to explode in poverty and in war because of injustices you may have some strings to it. Your way is not necessary the right way, but we may all come to sincerely believe that we all need to help each other. Let all the world be America , as equal but different and let all the suburbs of Los Angeles be all in neighborhoods and in all California . Let all cities be like Seattle and even better. And let all the planet earth be for all of us. So try to find a way to think about your family and your neighbors’ family and the things you can do for the neighborhood together and see how much we can change things from there. We are all neighbors her on earth and we need to take care of our selves.

For the sake of everyone and especially the kids. It's not hatred to America ... It's really disappointment and let down by the system that calls it self the leader of NEW-WORLD ORDER..... WHAT ORDER? Mr. President…you first...Blair next... and who else... Don't kill kids in my name, please!!!

If you my friends want to stand out... stand up. And If you want to stand out, break the cycle and stand up.

BEST REGARDS

AYED ALAZZA

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