A story of a dove
In the middle of a battle, among the dead bodies, a dove landed, carrying an olive branch. she came to me trying to drive me to stop the fight. "Theres nothing I can do" I said," the fighting was their choice not mine". She then gave me the branch saying "give it to the orphan crying child", I searched round and round the list was endless, "whats his name?" I asked, "Muhammad Addoura" she replied "youll see him lying in his dead fathers arms".
On my way I ran, searching for someone I might not find. The first child I stopped by was a student with his broken color pens, he was trying to draw the sun which he dreams to see, "beware of the shooting gun which killed my little sister and left me with a tear" he said, when I asked him about Muhammad "were all Palestinians, were all martyrs, and were all waiting for a branch" he replied.
I turned around and a little beautiful girl there was she saying "mumy mumy answer me, where is my father? And please come with me. Don’t leave me here and don’t get away from me" I walked towards her and asked about Muhammad she replied " were all Palestinians, were all martyrs, and were all waiting for a branch".
I continued searching, but only blood, bodies, damage and tears I could see. Then a sudden scream came to my ear "oh my sun, no my dear what have you done to feel this fear? Ive lost my husband and in heaven he will be".
In the horizon the woman I could see bleeding and her cut will never heal, Muhammad Addoura was her youngest son. At last there was he, I reached him and with a trembling voice I asked "what is this all about?" and he also replied" were all Palestinians, were all martyrs, and were all waiting for a branch". I gave him the branch "who is it from?" he asked, I looked at the sky and pointed at the dove that’s when she got shooted and to my arms she fell.
