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| | RAMI,
Never walk out without
your helmet!
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When Rami walked out of his home to accompany his father he was full of joy.
For him, it was a rare chance to be with Dad
who is at work from early morning till late in the night seven days a week.
Proud of joining his father to the market; he forgot to take his protection
helmet, his anti bullets vest and his machine gun. No one told him that his tiny
little place, highly crowded with kids, has turned into a battlefield. He hoped
that by the end of this day he will not only enjoy the company of his father,
but also he will bring back the football that he always dreamt to have.
How come
he became a target for some
Israeli kids, dressed in military uniforms, to
examine their shooting skills, no body knows. Rami was very confused about the
ongoing game. The only thing that appeared real to him was his father's screams
for mercy and his arms wrapped around him. |
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strange speedy objects whistling hear his ears were annoying, yet he
felt pain when one of them crushed the bones of his left leg. On
the other side, there was a smile; someone has achieved a direct hit to
the target. What was the color, the speed of the bullet that
forced the last breath out of Rami's little chest? Only the young
Israeli kid, in the military uniform, can tell. |
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are all sorry, Rami, we tried to prepare a place for you to be a kid not a
victim and we all failed. Until all warriors pay due respect to your
little soul, I am not going to be interested in peace.
I only knew of you and the killing bullet at the same time.
With Love,,
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This is how they are killing the
peace.
RAMI is any Palestinian Kid who is trying
to live. The real name of the murdered boy is Mohammad Al-Durra. |
