Palestinians teach us Life everyday
I've been raised up on the picture of Mohamed El Durra, the 12-year old Palestinian kid, who was killed next to his father while crouching behind a cylinder in the middle of crossfire between Israeli soldiers and Palestinian security forces. I was 13 by that time and I've never forgotten that picture... the idea that this child's life ended there while I feel I've just started up my real life-adolescence- was a little weird... I was a child too...I had no insights into the political, geo-strategic and historical implications but I was old enough to think that this child could be me if I had Jamal Durra as my father or if I was born in the occupied territories... I was also knowledgeable enough at that age to know some words as Sharoon, ,Alquds Freedom, Victims, Zionist and Jewish (but didn't know the difference for sure), democracy, etc... and my jargon was a puzzle of the pictures I see everyday as part of every national or/and international reporting though I