The Western Wall
The children turned one last time to say good-bye with his hand. Amal watched them leave in their neat aprons with a backpack of books on his shoulders. Every day had to struggle to overcome his fear before connecting their aprons and prepare them for school. Every day, small and Ashraf Senabel second and third grade had to look for gaps in the wall or walk to where it was not quite finished and to be able to climb down the other side where she had been their school. The wall was there as a threat, he got up among the villagers and their lives. "Now that my children have to climb from the rubble of course Israelis feel safer, "he thought Amal. The night he dreamed that Floid Pink singing "The Wall" on top of his lungs were collapsing the wall between the applause, like those of Jericho and Berlin. But the wall was still there and growing every day as a tapeworm. Abu Salah a villager if he was found even in the garden of the house. The speed with which advanced was disconcerting, Abu Salah was released in the garden and the vegetable garden was gone. Instead of the three apple trees and that there was now gray block attached to his home vegetable garden on the other side. But Um Kaled had a nasty surprise on the day he decided to go and have tea with her sister who lived a few meters away. Um Kaled saw that the wall was lost in thought at the last moment. It was a surreal vision and she remained undecided for a moment because it could also be a hallucination in which he could possibly go through. Luckily not opted for this solution because it would have banged his nose, in fact, that what he saw in the middle of the road was just a solid and concrete wall section. Um Kaled did not make it to get angry, because if one wakes up one morning, leaves the house and the road that runs always stood up a wall before they get angry is forbidden for a long time 'and the wall while trying to find their way rising from some other part of his day, of his life. Amal's husband had a theory.
-Know-said-that the temple's Western Wall where Jews pray and put notes in the cracks, is called the Wailing Wall? The Jews have decided not to cry alone and for this we have built this wall that can rightly be called the weeping. "
And blood and tears were already mixed into the concrete and the ground beneath the wall. There had been sit-in protest, the boys had painted murals on the concrete gray doves wings and slogans against the occupation. The sit-in had ended with a collective prayer, and all tended toward the sky while the unarmed hands with open palms mowing down the soldiers had fired eight lives. Amr
That night he had not slept a wink. It was turned over in bed all the time thinking of his father. He wanted to study abroad. It was not possible to go on like this! One day the university was closed, a day did not pass the ceck point, broke the street one day and another bombarded with missiles. Amr was serious, he wanted to go ahead and had only one life, could not wait to enable him to live there, that he had told his father, while the old man (was not so old but it seemed the days of accumulated fatigue and pain) was looking at him with a strange expression in his eyes watery, Amr could call it disbelief, fear, abandonment. "You could not make it back "he said" we may not see each other anymore, we should not divide us. " Amr had taken a room for rent near the university to avoid ceck point. Basta. He had decided. He would go to his father for reassurance, I agree, would not have gone, would have graduated there, inshallah, in Bir Zeit. The decision made him feel lighter days including waiting to ceck point. He had taken a load off my heart that wanted more every time I remember the look of his father, now on his old face would return the smile. This thought was also Amr smile that went to the village until on the way home not the wall stands. Amr blinked his eyes as one who wants to see better. Maybe it was a blurred vision. Not at all, was a wall. A wall in the middle of the village? Who had to explain that home run? There was no one in the top part of the machine guns that fired when the photocell sensed a presence. Amr was stuck there and his father on the other hand, with tears his eyes were not smiling more than he would smile.
It's not that you could just go from one side of the wall that ran through the village, cut it in two: you had to ask permission to leave the army on the side where you were, and then wait for it to be granted go back to get another permit. But no one could predict when and if such permission was granted. Usually depended on the mood of graduated round, the overall situation and the desire that the IDF had a good time. While Amr
not smiling thinking of his father, his contemporary Hakim walked away with a little smile on her face inspired. He felt light and happy and we lacked that little lift from the ground in flight over the village as a character as Chagall. The beautiful Aysha had smiled. That the gray matter of his life, the humiliations to ceck point every day, which imported the darkness that invaded an oil slick every corner of his newspaper. A joy as light as a cloud opened his heart to every possible hope as we go towards the house of Aisha. He met Hamza, his neighbor, who shouted insults at the sky.
-What's the matter man? - Warbled frown on the face of man.
-My ass! - Hamza cried.
-What happened to your ass? -
-It 's been there, "cried the other side pointing to the nearby front of them.
-It 's grown so fast that my ass has not had time to switch, you can not just elderly poor do not get to run! -
-What the hell you say Hamza, are you talking about? -
While they were discussing and continued to walk at that time were already facing the wall.
-Than I'm talking about-
Hamza cried indignantly, shaking his arm
-wall! - Hakim suddenly fell silent and remained in plaster for the smile of Aysha was left over the wall. All his hope and his joy became suddenly a boulder that rolled over his head and crushed it under a sudden despair.
But the worst that could ever happen had happened to Leyla and Farid Um when the wall had come in his crawl to the open space under their house. The two sons of Um Farid, Farid Murad 14 and 15 years and Leyla's son, Marwan, a contemporary of Murad had fallen under the house to play football. For days, the boys did not go to school because it was closed, or rather, was closed as a school but not as a lookout point, after soldiers had requisitioned. It was located at a high point that had seemed to them strategically, as he liked. Now the school was gone. For the soldiers despite the boys had continued to study on their own some day, then they placed the books and were down to play. The space was perfect for playing football and had played ever since. But first there was the wall. Marwan hit the ball hard and that flew in the air, Farid, ran after him when he flew was about to kick it a shot. A sniper had fired from the wall. Marwan Murad and saw him fall to the ground in blood, ran towards him, PAM another shot. Marwan fell in hit full. Murad began to scream in despair and fear, the third shot the cry choked in his throat. Mothers of three boys were only the eyes to weep, but not so close to the wall. Because unlike that other Western Wall, it had no notes in the crevices of prayers, but machine guns and snipers, so agreed cry from a distance.
Hourrìa looks out the window of the gray cement wall,
-How does that stand so high? - Application.
-Ha's soul-iron explains his father.
After looking out the window he saw the field of his family, olive trees, fruit trees, summer flare-ups of poppies and many birds. Now sees only a gray void, and all of its horizon. Hourrìa is immobilized in a wheelchair. One day he was in the field to play with his cousins, who now were on the other hand, started a howitzer shot from the hill where there is settlement, destroyed a corner of the house and the shrapnel hit her by all parties, it is a miracle she's alive, but can not walk anymore, a real mockery of a named Hourrìa: freedom. Before the Wall ate the field were sometimes cousins \u200b\u200bto play with her a few games that could be done to stop, not now. Halas. Finished. Even at night while she slept in a bad dream the other, the wall that is a voracious anaconda continued to crawl, make turns and convolutions, and devour all that he has found a happy, beautiful, colorful in its path and crushed ground water and feeding on the tears of innocent people.
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