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We were all sitting in the dinning room, waiting for mom to set up the table for dinner.. My little sister, who was only 5 years old, was sitting on fathers lap, the two of them were playing with Barbie..
Little sister was attached to father to an extent that she wouldn’t sleep until father would kiss her good night.. She always told father that she didn’t want to get married because he was the only man in her life..
It was a great moment, how I wished if I had a camera to capture the beautiful moment.. I never knew that It would never last..
”knock..knock..knock”
Someone was knocking our door in a disturbing way.
So I ran to open it, how I wish I never did..
Two soldiers were there asking for my father..
suddenly, Someone put their hand on my shoulder. When I looked up it was father, he gave me a comforting tap on my shoulders and a smile to let me know that everything was going to be okay..

Little sister, held on to father very tightly as she feared that something bad would happen..
The man kept shoving father in a way that made me realize that the soldiers disliked him..
Yet father did nothing but stand still and smile at us to show us that everything was okay..
The man suddenly attacked father and kept hitting him..
and little sister cried out for mom’s help..
Mom came rushing like super man trying to stop the men from attacking father..
Poor mom, she flew in the sky and her head hit the table and she lied there unconscious.
Suddenly, all of a sudden, all what could be heard was a gun shot..
and everything went quiet..
All what I could remember was dad lying infront of me covered with blood and sister on her knee’s pleading father to look at her..
”father, father, please don’t get mad at me, father wake up.. I promise I will be a good child.. I promise.. Please father look at me”
Poor sister, for she did not know that father was murdered..
I could not forget the look on sisters face..
My pretty angel.. Her face was always covered by a huge smile..
and now, all what I could see were tears.. Poor one , she was shocked.
She cried and cried and cried and let go of her favorite Barbie.. Just to hold father with both of her hands..
She was covered with fathers blood..
She was too young to see this, why?
why did you have to kill father?
He was a loving father, husband and Son.. Why?    

Thousands and thousands of children in palastine nowadays see their fathers get killed infront of their naked eyes by the hands of the enemies, the hands of those who hate us.. yet I ask my self, why do they do that?
Why let children be orphans when Peace could be spread?
How it hurts me to know that there are children out there who have a father in one day and by the next day you hear their mothers tell them that “daddy’s gone forever”..