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Child # 50

Child # 50

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May 26, 2012

Look at the children with white clothes up new massacre

new massacre

May 26, 2012

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| 11:56 AM May 26 2012

Man from this time

Syrian Arab Republic

I’m going to put myself in the place of the last child who was slaughtered in a masscure in the area of “Hula” in the city of “Homs” in Syira.
I’m the child number 50 in the story that you heard in the news today…
I don’t have much time to tell you…
Oh…no… I have one thing to tell you but I forget, I hope that I remember it….
Everything happened very quickly, after the bombardment ended, which started from the morning… they broke my family’s door and entered and took us, and gathered us quickly, they separated me from my mom…and my little sick sister was in the lap of my mom…
They separated my sister from my mom roughly, my mom shouted, after that the armed man cursed her with bad words and beat her. The last thing that I have heard from my mom was her shouting “my son, my daughter”
My father wasn’t there to protect us, because he was taken from a checkpoint last month and they arrested him. And we are not hearing anything about him.
They put me in big car filled with children they were like my age. They were crying, and the driver was cursing us.
The Big car stopped at the place in which we were playing football, the driver opened the door and shouted at us “get down a**hole”, and he was saying big cursing, some of those cursing I know and my mom were warning them from saying them, and other cursing words, I don’t understand them, but I know that it is a words for big people.
I don’t have much time to tell you…
Oh…no… I have one thing to tell you but I forget, I hope that I remember it….
The armed man hit me on my back when I got of the big car. This armed man laughed at me and he said: “you are a stupid Sunni”
And then the forced me to enter a house, there were a lot of children, most of them were tied, some of them were crying, but not all children… only the infants were crying!
Everything happened very quickly….. The busy room which we were in… Some were crying and wanted their mothers… after that a high rank officer entered the room. His smell was nasty more than the other armed man. He was holding a knife in his bend. He took out the knife, our sound of crying was getting higher, and sound of laughed from the armed men were even higher…
Then this officer got another step towards us, and said “who will be the first?? My dear sons”
Then he saw a blonde girl, she were very afraid, he said to her “I want to …...” a bad word “but your slaughter will be my enjoyment”
She was screaming “NO….NO… please… I’m INNOCENT I don’t do anything” he didn’t listened to her, and put the knife in her neck and quickly cut her neck.
Then he raised his hands with her head, and it was dropping blood…
The screaming was getting higher and higher, and there as a girl who was pronouncing the Shahada (Shahada is the first pillar of Islam and it means: there is no deity other then God, and Muhammad is the messenger of God) in a loud voice, he take her and slaughtered her while he was saying “this is for Shahada” and quickly he hit her voice box, and then he took out her voice box and through it to us.
Thanks to this girl who reminded us to say the Shahada, so we were saying the shahada, we remembered that whoever said the Shahada before he/she dies he/she will be in paradise.
So this man got upset because we were saying the Shahada, so he slaughtered faster.
I saw Samer who is my cousin at his hands; I didn’t notice him that he was with us before. Then he killed him.
I don’t have much time to tell you…
Oh…no… I have one thing to tell you but I forget, it was on my tongue….
After that I didn’t see anything, I was hearing only, I was at the corner of the room.
I heard the officer saying “this knife is not sharp” one of them said “it is better not to have a sharp knife… in order that they get more pain”
Suddenly, I realized that the officer is coming close to me; his smell was so nasty that it was higher than the smell of the death and blood.
He hold my neck…
YES, I remember what I want to say….
I want to tell you that I spit upon you all. All. All of you. You who are reading these words. Year ago we were slaughtered and you did not have anything to stop this crazy dictator, to do something to stop the slaughter. I Spit on you and on the writer of this blog also. Perhaps he did not find something else to do. Or something better to write..
I spit upon you All. Not apologize to anyone ..
The officer Put his dirty knife on my neck ..
I said the Shahada …
And Spit upon you again…

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