Salamander

Another day passes by, I wake up, drink my cup of coffee, have my shower, get dressed, go to work.

In another continent; another country, somewhere far away from home, scores of people are being killed. Children are assassinated in cold blood and there is nothing for someone so powerless like me to do.

In the past few days over a 100 people in Gaza have been killed by Israeli forces. Israel is defending itself, they tell me. But can someone explain to me how a 12 years old girl could have threatened the life of Israelis? Or was it Salsabeel Abu Jalhoum, the 21 months infant, that was the threat?

There is nothing for me to do to stop the killings; the irrational murder of people on a daily basis all over the world. One can preach for peace but what voice can be heard over the roars of bomb shells and gunshot and screams of pain? What tears can be seen amidst the rivers of blood?

Please click on the candle below to read a feature, published in the guardian today, telling the story of Safa, the 12 years old girl that died in the arms of her father, 3 hours after being shot by an Israel bullet that pierced her chest.