A suicidal operation [Archives:2006/991/Community]

By: Ghaleb Hassan Al-Ahlasi
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“Good luck son,” a 45 years old woman saw off her 23 years old Aziz who was going to the city collage to see his grades. A four years' hard work, strenuous walk and series fear result would appear that day. His old, tired parents who had done every possible thing for him and his brothers' dream's had to be done or gone.

It's a very long walk, its length was more than three hours on feet; not because there was no buses or he couldn't pay the fare no but because the extorters wanted and still want to make it as difficult as they could for him and his partners who want to educate and serve his country and of course say NO for occupation forces.

He started his 3 hours walking by praying and asking Allah to help him. After less than 30 minutes his feet couldn't carry him any more. He sat on a big stone for a short rest, remembering his past and family and trying to picture his future. He remembered his father and mother, his great parents who just had done every thing for them. Who taught him and his two brothers and sister the real meaning of patience and dignity. How to really love the earth and farm. How to really take a good care for their two acres farm to get its unlimited giving. He stood up and continued his long journey while the memory film was still playing in his mind. He remembered the beautiful times when his father taught him how to plant then raise and finely how to harvest . Step-by-step he learnt every thing and the more he learnt about the earth the much more his great love to it grew.

Twenty-three years is the period of the time he have been living in his small, seven houses village with his parents, two brothers and sister. All live in the three rooms and kitchen house and depend on the two acres yield. They live in happiness and peace. All of them know the great meaning of cooperation and sacrifice. The life has taken its meaning from them but they have been taking it from the days. His younger brother, Saad, is 21 and in a year he will be a policeman. The other, Jamal, is 18 and has finished his high school this year. And the sister, Samah, is just five. She will enter the school next year. He remembered his very happy and sad childhood. the great time he had with his brothers and cousins Reiadh, 22 and planning to be a doctor. Fadi,16 years and his love, Rana ,19 years. As her picture came over his mind his heartbeats became faster and faster and a hopeful and determination smile was drown and shining on his face. His life dream is about to be real. His heart and soul will meet their other each half very soon. He turned back to his childhood and school. The scenes of tanks, machine guns, armored vehicles, blood and dead bodies showed it automatically to him. He remembered the times he and his friends had to across more than two kilometers on feet. The times they arrived their schools after the forth class not because they couldn't pay but because the occupation forces tried and still their best to make it as impossible as they can for them to educate. the times they lift the schools and in front of its door saw whole occupation army standing, gazing on them by eyes wanted to get out from their eyelids and eat them.

He remembered Salaah, the 10 years old boy whose heart and head were shot only because he said “NO” for the occupation and threw some small stones. The scene of Salaah bloodstained was always in front of his eyes. He couldn't forget that day, one of his best friends died in his hand and he couldn't do anything. He still felt his bloody hand on his and the shiny death smile on his face. His last words' echo was still in his ears. “tell my mother not to be sad. Tell her I just missed my father a lot and we are waiting for her in heaven.”

Salaah was the first one dye on his presence but he was not the only. Hamad, Issam and Mohammed followed him. He himself was about to follow him. The occupation bullets were hunting them one after the other. They don't distinguish between a men and a babies. Youngs and olds. Men and women. All they care about is there blood, how to separate there souls and bodies even without reasons.

He went back mentally to his village. His father promise when he said ” listen son, I promise you when you graduate and get your certificate I'll ask for Rana's hand for you.” The promise that gave you the reason to live. Those wards were the division between him and despair and death. Rana, his soul and heart, his life and death, his happiness and death.

His meaning of life and drive to success. His hope and light and past and future.

His collage wasn't nearer than half an hour but his feet couldn't move any more steps. He sat and returned to his love, Rana, when his father and uncle were talking about them after there last together dinner three days ago when they were setting for tea alone but he and Rana were eavesdrop, “see brother,” said his father “our sons are growing very fast. Aziz and Reiadh will graduate in a few days.”

“yes, “his uncle agreed “our great dreams are about to be real.”

“yeah but our job hasn't finished yet. It will not be done until their brothers graduate and became independents.”

“you are right. We will not have a rest until we see them on there own houses with their wifes.”

The uncle's answer brought the whole word's happiness into their hearts. He saw for the first time her embarrassed smile. It was like the dawn light.

The sun was saying its good-byes to that green heaven when Aziz entered it handling his certificate. Finally he graduated and his future's features were cleared up. The world's happiness wasn't enough for him. he was flying , his heart was a heaven bird inside his chest. Two life dreams were made that day; his graduating, which was the first step on his long life way and his father's promise, his life love and partner.

The great dreams for the simple future took his mind until he found himself in an unknown place for him. He found himself in a ruined village, destroyed completely over its population.

He realized in seconds it wasn't his village; the felicity must make him change his way. But the scene was really horrible. The blood was every were, the farms were totally destroyed and the buildings were completely equaled with the earth face. For a long moment his feet were stood as if pinned to the ground. He couldn't resist his tears and fury. “What is these?” he asked himself. “A whole village destroyed like this, in a moment. Why? For what? Where are the human rights' organizations? Where are the great countries who always defaming terrorism and promise to eradication it.” A lot of questions came up in his mind while rounding the devastation. Stumps and blood every were, their was no a signal of a life.

A green, embroidered dress on a dead body stopped him. He had saw this dress somewhere, he was sure of it. Back to his memory he reviewed all the women he knows. His mother, sister, his three teachers, his aunt and yeah, it was hers. It was no.. that's impossible. He jumped over the devastation and threw the stones up from that dead body, specially its face. And it was the big shock. Although its face was deformed and bloody and its features were not clear but it was her. His dream and future and soul and heart, she was Rana. The shock paralyzed his mind and body. He couldn't believe it. For five minutes he stood staring at his love body. Why? What did she do? Why her?” questions where as in his mind as the tears his eyes dropped.

He spent night searching in the ruin. He found his father, mother and aunt's bodies, very dead. His uncle was burned in his farm and his body wasn't found. His brothers, sister and cousin's were all at the hospital in a very critical state. They really need a miracle to make it.

The news said “ten deads and 17 wounded at least is the harvest of the air Israeli air attack in a village in Gazah section this afternoon.”

Aziz, the bright, smile, optimistic and ambitious young became in three days a tired, introverted, sad with a 90 years old face man. He couldn't believe it, he just went to saw his certificate, he was absolutely handling his dreams. In a moment, just a moment destroyed his life dreams. His happiness, just seconds ruin his whole life. Why? What had he done? He only wanted to live a simple life, to see the happiness in his father's eyes, to marry his life love. Are those crimes? Did he deserve all that? And why that day? Why they choose it? Why they didn't did their attack other time he when he be with them. Three days passed like 300 years for him. his mind was about to exploding. Yet he came to no answer. Or even a plan, just one thing, one thing only was very clear to him. “his life became tasteless, unneeded and lost it's every meaning. He was a very dead man with a pulsating heart. Yet he knew he couldn't live like this, he must do something. Do it fast and right. He must end up his miserable, horrible and unmeaning life. He must follow his father, mother and his clean love, Rana. But the question was, how to follow them to the heaven, not going to the hell?

With the first sun rays Aziz waked up and put on his only, dirty clothes and went out of the village. He made his last, fatal and decisive decision. The deadly anger fire was flaming in his eyes, he just knew what must be done.

A three floors old building with broken windows and no single of life was where he stopped at noon. For two hours he stayed there and waiting. His very empty stomach was entreating him to eat. Three days without eating, living only on water, but he didn't listen. He made himself as he didn't hear its entreats. It wasn't eating time, it was revenge's.

After two hours three young , will-educated and looking arrived, looking around scarily.

“Sehab,” Aziz call one of them . the three gays took a long, afraid look at them

“what! Don't you remember me?” Aziz interrupted the their questionable look. “I'm Aziz. Aziz Safwan.” It took a few seconds before one of them said “Aziz hat hat happened to you?” and before he answered, Aziz sighed smiling, for a moment he thought his old friends wouldn't know him. they invited him to the old house where he , for a whole hour, stayed and told them his whole story.

“And what do you plan to do?” asked Shehab after he finished his story

“a suicidal operation.” His words were a shock for them

“what hat do you mean?”

“will, an explosive belt and

“yes we know that but don't you think

“I'm done with thinking.” He interrupted “there is no more.”

“no there is. Think of that, you are a doctor, think of how many people you will safe, how many suns will be saved from orphanage ”

“and what about me,” he shouted “what about my feeling. My parents, my farm, my house and my only love gone in a moment.”

“you still have your brothers and sister, they need you more know then before.”

“they have Allah.”

“but you must

“listen to me, are you helping me or no.” he asked very seriously and when they saw this they promise to help.

After three days of hard and unbroken work, the operation was complete, need only to be done. Aziz went to the hospital, visited his brothers. Saad was ok, he lift the emergency room. Samah had broken arm and leg bones. And Jamal was still in the emergency room. His cosines were both out the emergency room. The were better than his brother. Aziz, when the nurse left them, took Reiadh's right hand and said “Reiadh, I want you to promise me you will take care of my brothers as they were yours.”

“what what are you taking about. What about you?”

” it's along story. Please promise me.”

“Aziz, you scare my, where are you going?”

“please cousin. Please say it. You will know every thing very soon.”

Reidh didn't had much to say. He just promise him. then, after thanking him, he went to Saad and asked him to take care of Fadi and Samah. Then he Kissed Samah on his head and went without a word. He couldn't resist his tears more than that. He lift them sinking in the scare and confusing mire.

The next day he wore his every thin for the operation and went directly to on of the occupation colony and after researching him and everything he entered the colony, he was an Israeli solder as said in his ID.

” Three Israelis were killed and seven wounded in a suicidal operation in a colony south ” The news said.
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