Today is Children’s Day, and I wish my grandchildren and future generations all the happiness in the world. May they never experience the suffering and pain experienced by their brothers and sisters, the Palestinian children. May they always be loved and well-treated, with the affection and love that every child in the world deserves. May they be strong, prepared, and joyful, even in the most difficult and tragic moments, like those experienced by their brothers and sisters, the Palestinian children. May they have the right to life and the future that every child deserves.
May they know that their grandmother, Myra, even in silence, even if she doesn’t see them or participate in their parties, their lavish tables, and their robust refrigerators filled with food, sweets, and delicacies, is on this side fighting so that Palestinian children can also have the same privileges and pleasures to which all children are entitled.
Being Christian is not lighting a candle to justify the massacres and extermination of children in the name of a “Greater Israel,” but defending the rights of these children to their land, their dignity, and their existence.
I hope my message reaches my grandchildren. And may this desire not be a source of discord on the path many have chosen to walk in the name of JESUS, who was Palestinian, born in Bethlehem, a Palestinian city, and raised in Nazareth, another Palestinian city, occupied for decades by an oppressive entity.
Alhamdulillah!
(Arabic for “thanks be to God!”)
