MARCH 2004

Child of Palestine
(translated from the Arabic)

The child of Palestine has called the world, in chains… suffering from killing destruction and prejudice against race…

This person of very young age… Afflicted by loss of protection and insecurity although a child and not advanced in years…

He speaks of peace.. although victimized in every possible way… Here in Palestine… is a child who asks for safety… but has only found deaf ears and voices that call for more killing and aggression…

Is this peace or is it violence… Is this the gift of holy Ramadan..?! Or is it a contribution to uncertain tears and a child in despair?!

The message of a child encircled by killing and siege…

My gift to my mother is just three tears…

A tear for fidelity, another for separation and one for hope..

And my father’s gift to me is to entrust me with three..

My mother, my sister… my land and people… hope and absence of despair..

This is my message before the return of my grief to my memories..

I send my love and hope and smiles.. to each child who has come to know of my tragedy and pain..

Such is my life…

A child in grief and resistant to my history of displacement..

Bearer of the black pen friend (H.T.M)

 From our friend, Tamer, 17yrs old, in Deheisheh Refugee Camp