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Shared Empathy For Palestine

“Look carefully and see if there could possibly be pain like my pain, like the one bestowed by You upon me.” – Lamentations 1:12 I walk the width of 2000 pound bomb crater in the densely populated refugee camp, searching centimeter by centimeter for the pieces of inhumanity littering the ground, reminding me of the legionnaires of the fascist air force bombing Guernica brutally, wondering how Picasso would paint this tragedy? Gaza, now the biggest open graveyard in the world, with the bombs breaking the record in Guinness book of record, guttering hospitals, bakeries, schools, and convoys of war refugees, after decades of oppression. There are cries of the wounded under the rubble, with no way to reach them, and the stench of death spreading to the distant shores, to the throne of God. Into Gaza I go, to find hell and retrieve my conscience. But, you hear the voices? They don't stop singing, over the abyss of war, Palestine will be free.

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