Where nature is killed [Archives:2002/16/Focus]

Mayasa Mohammed Gawad
Taiz
Some people live sweet dreams, enjoying the many colors under the sun, the blue sky, and the green grass. However, there are some others who see only dreadful nightmares. They, the Palestinians, see their own blood cover the streets.
The sound of guns turns smiles into tears. They cover the feelings of parents who prefer to sacrifice themselves for their children. These guns enjoy killing the little boys dreams of sleeping peacefully and playing with friends. They kill his future. The hard sounds of bombs replace pure natural sounds.
Buildings become no more than a mix of dust and stones. Consequently, all colors remain one black.
Yet, hope is still there in Palestine to mend the hearts broken by pain, and to announce tomorrow is another day a beginning of a new life. These people believe the nightmare they see, will surely come to an end, and life will continue to go on.
They wish one day they will enjoy a life full of colors covering both the sky and the land. It is their right. Is it not?

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