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When a child dies, there's no reasons to justify this drama...

  (Image used by Angeles Reyes Ridgeley, in the article: Israel loves palestine movement
Ángeles, if you don't want I use this image, tell it me, and I remove it, thanks!)
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When a child dies, there's no reasons to justify this drama... No matter if this child is from Israel, from Palestina or from Germany... There is only one true homeland, the country of the persons who love persons. All the governments has the duty of solving the problems through dialogue. Violence only produces more violence. If we injure someone because we have been attacked, this someone will attack and injure us because we have attacked him, and we will attack him again because he has attacked us, and probably we will injure other people that also will attack us, and we will attack again... and this chain reaction will grow and grow and grow... and many innocents will die. Of course, there are some places in the world where the hate is like the mist that cover the landscape... but this drama doesn't give anybody the right to kill anyone. We can't stop the war with a worse war. The war is the worst shame of human kind. We belong to the childrens homeland. Human beings belong to the childrens homeland. The enemies don't exist, sadly we discover this reality when we see that they are dead. Those who we call "enemies" are persons that need happiness, and freedom, and a dignified life, to feed their sons and daughters, to give an education to their sons and daughters, and to live in peace. They need to share their culture, their artistic expressions, their deep thoughts, their human richness... Everybody needs everybody. There is enough space to live everybody freely without violence, we only need to sit and talk without endless ambitions, without infinite rancor, for our children, for the future. Every child has an endless dignity. Every person has an infinite value. We can't live in peace inside our heart if we kill somebody. None nation can be a free nation if bases its raison d'etre on the injustice or destruction of other nations. All the nations has the right to exist and to be free. All of them have to have a land and a state. Israel must exist. Palestina must exist. It is not so difficult. We only need (everybody needs) turn off the hate, destroy the weapons, talk, speak, dialogue, grant (everybody), generously grant, understand, be human beings, be persons more than state machinery... We must work to achieve a righter world for everybody, with democratic education, with tolerance, with respect, with social equality... we must leave fundamentalisms, dogmas (any sort of dogma). We must only have one dogma: Love, love, love, love... We are all persons.

These are some of the children who died last weekend in Palestina. They are not only numbers, they are not cyphers... they had a name, an smile, a way of look, a way of talk. They had hope. They were eager to live. They could not run away from the only land they owned. They died but their lifes has an infinite value. Those who have killed them don't know what they have done... If they knew it, they would go mad by the pain.
The life of these children are so important as the life of the killed persons of Israel... all the lifes have an endless dignity... and we need to live in peace... The only enemies are those who kill.


Ahed Atef Bakr, 10 years old

Zakaria Ahed Bakr, de 10 years old

Mohamed Ramez Bakr, de 11 years old

Ismael Mohamed Bakr, de 9 years old

Hussam Ibrahim al-Najjar, 14 years old

Anas Alaa al-Batash, 10 years old

Qassi Isam al-Batash, 12 years old

Qassem Jaber Adwan Awdeh, 16 years old

Saher Abu Namous, 3 years old

Ghalia Deeb Jabr al-Ghanam, 7 years old

Nour Marwan al-Najdi, 10 years old

Bassem Abdelrahman Khattab, 6 years old

Yasmin Mohamed Mutawaq, 4 years old

Abdullah Ramadan Abu Ghazal, 5 years old

Seraj Ayad Abed al-A'al, 8 years old

Mohamed Ayman Ashour, 15 years old

Bassim Salim Kawareh, 10 years old

Mousa Habib. 16 years old

Dunia Mehdi Hamad, 16 years old

Mohammed Areef, 13 years old

Amir Areef, 12 years old

Ibrahim Masri, amb 14 years old

Nidal Khalaf al-Nawasra al-Meghazi, 5 years old

Salah Awwad al-Nawasra al-Meghazi,

Ranim Jawde Abdel Ghafour, 18 months old

Fatima Mahmoud al-Hajj, 12 years old  
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