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A Dream of a boy- Sixteen at war.

He was born in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the war with its gloomy atmosphere that is only filled with fear. He was born inside the scene of people screaming, the blood showering and the sound of  bombs that can cause a complete deafness. Years have passed and he became 7 years old, and with every breath he takes, he hates the enemy more and more. Everyday he fills his heart with more hate to Israel...He had wishes that one day  he would have the power destroy them and get back his only warm home; Palestine. The hate increased when he lost his dad at his ninth birthday, and his heart was refilled with more hatred when he came back from school to find his house in pieces. And one good thing...He learned to never know fear or tears. He grew up to be a strong little man who fights to free his country from the occupy. He prayed to God to free Palestine...More years passed and he grew older like an untamed lion searching to eat his prey till his heart became almost completely filled with hatred until it burst. He grew with courage there, deep in his eyes and the power in his soul.  The day has come when he decided to do something. He walked along the streets where the Israeli soldiers were raising their guns waiting for anyone to step up so that they shoot them. He repeated El shehada with a low voice and he breathed and sighed quitely. Then he came along by the Israeli soldiers and looked into their eyes deeply with a small hidden smile.
 In a blink of eye “Allaho Akbar” was echoed loudly and the bomb sound was so high and the fire covered the place. He didn't commit a suicide or killed innocent people, he killed who raised the guns into the people of his country. He killed those who snatched his homeland.
His wish was fulfilled, his dream came true; He died peacefully without feeling any pain.He died, happy, doing something so great for his country and truly he ain't dead yet...he is alive at heaven under the care of god and angels.
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