1 Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The bleeding heart of the homeland, the land stained with the blood of heroes, where olive trees grow from the tears of mothers and wives, I quote my expressions that I was confused to find their words to tell you a story of bleeding over the years that did not and will not stop except with the awakening of the conscience of the nation, between the folds of time I was created from the womb of that The wounded homeland I walk every day on an unknown road with my eyes closed, I don't know where my little feet will take me I walk ten steps and fall and then I get up alone without a tender hand that wakes me up I walk and walk and cross barriers against the noise of the aggressors, but in the end, I stand in front of a wall I don't know is it round or rectangular I still do not distinguish between them. I go around four times, and at the fifth, I am sure that I return to the same point. I count the doors five times. I miss the fourth. The fifth comes. An ointment for mistakes.
I'm sure I don't reach half of someone's leg, I walked towards them, and fear stormed inside me, I stuck to one of them and then raised my head until I felt the cells in my neck fold trying to talk to him. I am certain that he narrated it with magic until it grew like this, he replied in broken language, trying to bandage it with some movements of his crooked tongue....
Yes, this is what I understood from what he said. He spoke to me in the language of no, and you will not find a five-year-old girl on earth who understands her. I tightened him again, but it was the end of the end for him. This time there were no looks or words. I felt like moving slowly when he turned towards me and then put the trigger of the gun in front of me and punched me. It made me fly in the air for a few seconds and the blood flying from my mouth to dance with the air. I felt all those seconds a whole year moving imaginary numbers of clockwise, but my reality was not enough to move one scorpion, I fell far from him I see from my place his frown looks, several minutes passed and I was mixed with it My tears and my blood would be a mixture of joy that cures his thirstiness. After a while, from fear mixed with crying and almost shouting the word "mother," I was able to use the word "mother," a word that I never understood the meaning of.
She is the one who raises men. I walked with my hand on the western part of my chest. I don't know what is in that area, but I felt my mother hiding there and she would come out after a while. I walked until I reached the top of the hill and I saw among those walls a yellow dome that shimmered like an emerald in the middle of a sea of silver that was pulling My gaze towards her does not stop calling me and shouting my name. I turn around with her and dance to the sound of the bullets and she says, "I'll meet you soon, my little girl. Go, I'll catch up with you." Jenin is a Palestinian city that was one of the most beautiful cities located in the north of Jerusalem in the northern part of the West Bank, close to Tulkarm and Nablus. Its residents migrated from the forty-eight lands, most of them from Ain Hod, Jaffa, and Haifa. To the bosom of Jenin, the city that was once one of the most beautiful cities in Palestine.
It was full of life and the sound of children playing in the streets and street vendors here and there teeming with life. The schools were working regularly, even if some teachers came from other countries to help with the educational movement. The only hospital in Jenin (called Al-Razi Hospital) was working day and night despite the limited possibilities due to the occupation Despite this, you find familiarity and love between the people who are distinguished by unconditional bonding and are looking for hope in the folds of pain. Every period, convoys of medical support came from some Arab and Western countries with some treatment materials and some volunteer doctors to help treat emergency cases and establish schools The construction of hospitals, but its beauty did not last forever, as it is the case with the rest of the Palestinian cities. It was not spared the bloodshed.
The occupation besieged the camp, and when the people resisted the occupation forces, they bombarded the camp with tanks and missiles and destroyed the camp until they were carrying the dead bodies with bulldozers and throwing them with rubbish. Many of the people of Jenin left the shelter and insisted on staying there on top of the rubble. My grandmother recounts that three months before the bombing, I attended Caravan from Egypt.
Before this attack in a British hospital, there was a hard-working doctor who was famous for her kindness and closeness to everyone. She sought to prove that Muslims are not terrorists. She was also famous for her strong love for the land of Palestine, and how many times she repeated to her friends her wishes to visit her and help the Palestinian people,
Her name was Mariam Ezz El-Din, a cardiac surgeon.
One day, a military commander came to the doctor to the director of the hospital in which Maryam works and asked him to nominate a skilled cardiologist to travel to Palestine through the Peace Forces. The director told the military commander that there is a Muslim female doctor of Arab origin who is one of the most skilled doctors in heart surgery. The military commander asked I interviewed her, and the hospital director actually called her. Ten minutes passed until the doctor came to the director's office.
The doctor: I apologize for being late, but I was in a patient's room watching his condition.
Hospital Director: No, you can sit down, Captain Martial has something to tell you.
The manager asked permission on the pretext that he should have a private conversation and then leave them in the room, Mary noticed the leader and looked at him
Mary: I hope it is fine, as I did not break any laws.
Marcial smiled and answered: Well, your skills are needed for the peace forces, which will travel two weeks from now to a city called Jenin, a land of conflict between the people of Palestine and the State of Israel.
Maryam swallowed her objection to what she had heard from the last hadith, because her longing to realize her dream of going to the land of Palestine was stronger than to vent her anger over the words of a person who did not know anything about the Palestine issue or who knew and ignored, then I told him
Mary: It is my pleasure to help anyone who needs me in any land.
She ended her conversation with the officer by greeting him and promising him that she would fulfill her duties in the hospital and refer cases to other doctors, then she left the room and returned to her home.
