Letters from Hebron children to their Norwegian peers

Letters from Hebron children to their Norwegian peers

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Summer 2000, was a memorable, unforgettable summer. It was a n amazing experience to know how the children of Norway live.Smiles were drawn on our lips and we learn the meaning of the summer wind and how can it bring with it the message of peace and love. All of these was in the International Children Festival in Hasht in Norway.
We came back with new and fresh spirits and future outlooks. To a future of better life for the children of Palestine.. But, Unfortunately the unbelievable has happened and the catastrophe has come…. We did not believe that horrible days are waiting for us. Siege, confiscation, children killing, building destruction, trees uprooting, shooting, shelling, All of this and other ways of destruction is happening with the absence of the world conscience.
The below letters are written by girls from Hebron who visited Norway last year .They are not allowed to visit again this year because of the transportation restriction and the siege imposed on the Palestinian areas.
First Letter: Ayah Bader age:15
To my friends.. The Norwegian children. And friends: Trilza,,Sirza,Tourl,Yana,Eline,Renhil,Maria,Brigta,Antonitta, and Edna, Greetings to you all from Hebron city, the city closest to the holy city of Jerusalem Hebron, the city of prophets.
These days I feel that my life is threatened at every moment feel release every day that I am still alive, go to the school, depressed. .Yes but at least still alive.
Yes I still remember the nice, beautiful days I spent in Norway days of librety, ,life, and freedom and over more…. Hope.
I send to all my greetings and hope that the voice of mind and reason be stronger than the voice of violence and killing.
With love
Ayah
Second letter: Rabab Naser eldeen age 15
Rabab tried to write to her friends in Norway more than once but she could not because of our situation.
After that: She writes:
“ I could not believe what is happening to us here. it is terrible. How can I believe the killing of the children,the uprooting of the trees, the demolition of houses, how a woman give birth at the check point., how can we partners with the Israelis and they kill our children in front of us.
Let me tell you that killing children will not bring peace … I still remember Hashta and all the friends… remember us
Third letter Raghda Sarsour
I do not know how can we solve this problem.. it is a big problem the voice of the bullets and tanks. It must stop … so to the bird to fly in the sky to hear its voice… let this nightmare go away for good.
Can the infant be killed?
Can we prevent him/her from the milk?
Can the children be imprisoned?
Can the children be killed at his father’s lab?
Why can not we live our childhood?
Fourth letter: Maisa’ Al-Karaki
I do not know what to write…and how to express my feeling
Does anybody feel like me? Who can let us out from this long dark night?When can we feel the freedom like the other children of the world?
Fifth letter:Ayah Abu Mayyaleh
My dear friend at Norway,
I would to ask you a question: If you have a land that you own, plan and work on it everyday and enjoy the music of the birds and the smell of the orange trees.and then in a moment an other person, an ailient came and kick you out by force Will you leave the land for him and go away?
Sixth letter: Isra’ Al Ja’bari
In your opinion what must be the feeling of a15 year old girl who wake up on the voices of the shooting .How is my feeling when I see on the TVs how homes are demolished and how the mother see their children buried.
What is the meaning of terrorism?
Seventh letter:
We fear the nights, the days, from death .I want to die like my grandmother at home.
We want to play, to escape from the reality and to enjoy our time.
Eighths letter: Bayan Bali
Well, I am still alive. I would like to send to you some flowers and tell you some thing about the situation in Palestine live under a siege imposed by the Israelis .We can not move from city to city or from village to village.
When can we live without killing?
When can we live like humans?
When will they leave the son to shine?
Why do they steal the smiles of the children?
Why do they cut the flowers?
Why do not we love the life and declare our hate to death.
Ninth letter: Ayat Al-Ja’bari
No body listen to the children’s voice.No body believes that a child confront a tank!
Why do not we light a candle of love among us all, the children of the world?
Why do not we light the way of the killers to convince them not to kill us.
Why do not we love each other?
You old people,Leave us a lone live in peace. . I know your problems will never come into end.
Tenth letter:
All our days go in vain, full with sadness and no pulse. The rhythm is always melancholic and the dances are full with fear.
We still remember you and your tranquil city and how we fish in the see…
Is it the last time? I hope not!.