Streaming Public Grope

TRANSPLANTATION



Hadassa hospital in West Jerusalem Jawad was dying in front of the desperate helplessness of his mother whose tears had Abir furrowed face up to leave two dark lines on the face petrified. His face was pale and lifeless in his thick curls blacks. Consciousness had deserted him, but he had the air of one who sleeps, rather than a drowned man who had repeatedly slammed his face against the rocks and thus had obtained the bruises that darken the brow and temple. He had closed his eyes, but not entirely, under the dark fringe of lashes shone a gleam died. He knew very well what was Abir was the nature of the stormy sea that had fallen on the young life of Jawad. The boy was shot by Israeli soldiers who had one of their usual attacks. Was leaving the school with other students when the bullets began to whistle around them. He had fled, but one of those soldiers had blocked the shot with his rifle and making it bleed. Jawad had been confused by the barrel and then had another shot. Abir had even received an apology for the army that 'accident'. They had done a favor and admit his son in the hospital since Israel to East Jerusalem was not equipped for the operation he needed. The operation, however, was useless. It 's always easier to destroy than to heal. In another room of the hospital
another mother contemplated the pale face of his son left on the pillow. His heart was no longer able to do the job it was intended for, and unless you find another one in good condition to operate a transplant soon he would have died. He died before
Jawad though his heart would have served me well, without the bullets, for the rest of life.
The doctor spoke to his mother, Abir hours in a cozy secluded room. He was telling her with every consideration possible, it would be a generous gesture by agreeing to donate his heart to his son now on the path of no return, that the gesture would enable another person to continue living. There was just another young man who certainly would have died and whose life depended on his decision. Abir thought the young soldier who had hit Jawad and the other who had killed him. For a moment his eyes narrowed and his jaw stiffened. He should allow you to kill a guy living in other Palestinian children so that other mothers will have had a tortured soul like you? He paused for a long moment and his face was impenetrable. The doctor waited. A dull rage was mounting in the heart of Abir, but also the gift of trying. During the days spent at the bedside of Jawad seeing his painful death, had crossed eyes sad and his face struck the other mother, her shoulders hunched under the weight of his misfortune. He thought that if he refused acted like them. He did not want to use that power to provoke another momentary death. He accepted. Immediately after the doctor left the room before returning with the Israeli mother who wanted to thank you. Abir clenched in his coat, pulled ahead and went out of the ijiab quickly without answering. Abner
Thus he found himself a brand new heart through which the sickle of death away from him. Though he had the name of a general, the boy had always been as far removed from every imaginable idea of \u200b\u200bmilitarism and battles. Not only was physically frail and deboluccio, but the character had a lazy and peaceful. However not even dream of infringing on what other account, and he himself considered his duty as a citizen. Now then, who had that perfect heart, there was absolutely right. Abner was 17 years old and never failed a long time and then putting into practice of that duty. It took a lot of satisfaction now that he had found health. He went to dance in a nightclub in Tel Aviv and enjoyed for most of the night, declared his love to a classmate who did not answer yes or no, but she laughed in a flirty way and supportive, challenged to a race a nasty that had always left behind regardless of his bad heart that kept him from every effort. He seemed to be born again, why only now he could finally live. One day while walking in the Old City of Jerusalem, he saw a certain speed by taking a military jeep. The jeep stopped a few feet away from him and got out of soldiers armed to the teeth, nothing extraordinary. It seemed that they were up to him and suddenly his heart began beating like a madman. Abner did not know what scared him. Because he realized that fear, a fear that penetrated every fiber in cold, he could not control himself, to stand still, before the soldier to join him, and probably out of date, snapped and started to run like a madman. He took refuge in a doorway, threw himself down on a step of holding his head in his hands. He was panting and shortness of breath. Now no longer afraid and could not explain the reason for that reaction. Think you have too much advantage of his new force. At the bottom was and is still recovering physically and emotionally fragile. He spoke of this trouble to his parents and then your doctor. It was decided that Abner would take a rest in a seaside town where he would spend his convalescence. He left for Eilat quite happy. He spent the day walking and visiting the excellent restaurants in town, visited the tower where the underwater windows, an incredible variety of fish in the onlookers peered wonderful efflorescence of the Red Sea, was delighted to see the huge turtles curries for good with a brush two young men, jumped into the sea by day and walked at night never to experience the awe and fear that he had been attacked in Jerusalem. It was
party in early spring, late summer went home happy with a head full of pleasant memories, new friends and new adventures, with a feeling of incredible lightness. He thought his mother to let him touch the ground heavily again. He had come to the notice of the preliminary talks to military service. In these talks so much that she felt uncomfortable sitting on the tip of the chair to be ready to flee. The officer's face seemed ambiguous and frightening, as if a hidden threat, a danger, a trap. When he finally stepped out seemed to be able to breathe freely again.
Abner began his military service with a heart full of anguish and dark omens, two or three times he was about to plan an escape, a rebellion inevitable, but then reasoned over and said they were all nonsense, nonsense strange inherited along with the new heart. He had no reason not to do what he thought was his duty as a good citizen, but again the unpredictable waiting at the gate.
In the old town, the Arab part of Jerusalem, a colleague was a woman scramble. It was an old farmer who was trying to sell a couple of baskets of tomatoes. The soldier had kicked the boxes by rolling the tomatoes on the street and then grabbed the woman by the arm he had thrown away with contempt. At that moment another younger woman, rushed to the indignant soldier shamefully. Abner was close enough to see her face, she saw the large eyes full of light blacks whose anger gave more glory, he saw the pale face of a breathtaking beauty. His heart swelled with strange emotions ranging from tenderness to longing, devotion. The soldier was about to hit a shot with lightning when Abner grabbed his arm to stop him. Wearily he quarreled with him and meanwhile she had withdrawn. Upset Abner did walk almost running across East Jerusalem, but the woman was gone. The trouble was mounting in the mind of the young soldier. That woman ... she had a beautiful face, but never when he began to contemplate the face of Palestinian women under the ijiab? For him, as for the majority of Israelis were all the same. And there was another strange thing, that was not a beautiful woman his own age, perhaps he could be his mother. At this thought his heart was gripped with infinite pain and realized that she had an intense desire and longing to embrace her. With eyes full of tears scanned the road in all directions Please review.
Because of his strange behavior the army a license is granted to Abner a few days due to illness. Now he was back home and he felt a moderate relief. That night I struggled to sleep and rolled over several times between the sheets puffing. That new heart on the one hand allowed the unthinkable things first, the other began to feel like a foreign body. He was an enigma, a mystery, something unknown to him. The intensity of emotions that would not have believed could exist, but not all were pleasant. What did that heart so often disagree with his mind? She was beginning to frighten him.
He had just fallen asleep when the sound of approaching footsteps roused him at once. At home there were only he and his mother, his father was away on his chores. That however was not brisk and light of his mother. He pulled up in bed, he began to listen. The heavy footsteps, slow, rhythmic approached. Abner stared at the black hole of the door. Then silence. There was a motionless figure in the doorway. The room was dark, but the closed window and a tiny ray of light from the full moon shining off a day with his milky. When his eyes were accustomed to the dim light of the room Abner saw that the face of the man who was standing in the doorway was raw pesto. Securing it with all the forces he noticed that his eyes were dull and half-open eyelids could be seen only gleam of the eye that stands out in the dark. Nor do I think for a moment to look for a blunt instrument with which to defend himself, it was clear that the creature entered her room was not alive. Stood up better to sit in bed and with trembling voice asked:
-Who are you, what do you want? -
At his request the other advanced a few steps into the room, was almost beside her bed and Abner now we could see so very clearly saw his chest pierced by a hole of the unfortunate and very precise in that hole, where he was to be the heart, there was nothing .
-I have come to take back the heart-
said a voice that seemed to come from the depths of a cave, Abner was sweating cold. He was afraid, but also an immense compassion. The dead man spoke again:
- There is enough to kill me, you had to also rip your heart? -
His voice now, but always seem to come from places deep and cavernous, it was clearer, like the one it must have had from vivo, a boy's voice. Abner noted that the figure did not seem to come from the pounding and bruised he saw.
I can not give it to you live through this heart, give it to you is to die for me-
"Why should I care? -
-But you do not need! It is important to you, where are you now, or may not have the heart! -
- So you say that is not important. I have been violated in the life and death. The heart that yearns for the embrace of my mother, thou hast brought in the tank, the heart that aspires to smell the scents of sage and rosemary to the window of my house thou hast brought to the check-point, my heart he loved poetry and songs of Palestine you have it bent to your rhetoric ... -
While the unhappy boy spoke Abner had less fear and more pain. It was clear that he had no power to take back what was hers, what was was. But as he felt unjust, cruel! What remained of
Jawad was before his eyes filled with tears of Abner perhaps for blurred vision due to tears as he had the impression that it was alive. But then, after a blink of an eye to the beautiful boy was replaced again the livid corpse with open side. Now he was turning to leave, to return to the worms and the soil, Abner called him back with a cry.
-Wait! I can not give you back the life that was taken away, not even make the heart, but I can promise you will never see more, no weapons, no violence, who will return home to hug your mother, that just sucks the perfumes of this land and never ever smell the sulfur and fire! -
Abner saw that the light was turned on its mother was drying her face bathed in tears and could not stop sobbing. The penalty, however, dissolves into a kind of relief, he felt his heart set free. The day after he arrived at the barracks with a statement of Abner said he could no longer serve in the army to problems of conscience and also ... of the heart.