The Voice of The Unheard

I am a journalist who wants to remain anonymous. I went to the warzone when the “war” started and I had a chance to meet with palestinian kids. Sadly I never saw them again, most of them died because of their wounds ,lack of medicine and rations. Hamza was one the kids I met, just before I left for a week he gave me a letter and said he wanted me to be the voice of the unheard.

Hamza’s letter goes like this:

Hello, how are you? My name is Hamza and I am 13 years old. I am from Palestine and I have 1 little sister, she is 8 and 1 older brother, he is 19. I lost my mother and my father. My father and mother taught us to always be merciful, helpful and respectful to other people. I miss my mama and my papa everyday, my sister cries all the time, I cry sometimes but I try no to because I need to stay strong for my siblings. My big brother holds his tears. I see him, he tries to stay strong too. I miss when we all prayed with our papa and he used to read the Quran to us. When Israel started to bomb our homes, neighborhoods and hospitals my father and mother went out to find food and water because we ran out of food and water started to flow dirty, I don’t know why maybe because of the bombs. After they left, me and my siblings started to pray for them. The sun went down and the moon took the night shift and mama and papa didn’t come back that day. My sister started to cry and I tried to read her a story to make her go to sleep. Next day my big brother went out to find mama and papa. He came back a couple hours later and his eyes were red, his skin were white as snow and his nose was wet. He said mama and papa died. We all started to cry and hug each other. I started to ask myself and ask Allah why? Why did I lose my mama and my papa? Why do they hate us? What did we do to them? We prayed to Allah with tears. And suddenly I heard my papa’s voice in my head he said “Allah does not wrong the people at all, but it is the people who are wronging themselves.” After I heard this voice I suddenly stopped crying. I felt peace for a moment, I couldn’t hear anything, it was peaceful, I felt safe and strong. After the day we learned our parents died we prayed and buried them. The weather started to get hot like a fire because of the bombs. I cannot remember a day without bombing. Our houses, our markets, schools and parks were all gone. I saw people screaming everyday and crying. I saw babies without arms, legs and heads. I couldn’t understand why Israel was killing us, killing babies. Why do they hate us so much?

Hamza wrote this part right before he gave the letter to me:

I lost my brother Abdullah 2 days ago. He was trying to help people who were stuck under the buildings. I want you to take this letter too. It's my brother's. He wrote a letter too just like me, I found it in his pocket. I want you to be our voice, the voice of the unheard!

Hamza’s brother Abdullah’s letter:

When I learned that the USA's president came to Israel. I thought maybe they would help us because they call themselves the peacekeepers. But they said they fully support Israel and continue to supply them. I don’t understand why the world hates us so much. They are trying to take our home, take our land from us and they are killing babies, kids and women for it. And no one in the world says something against it. When the US bombs IRAQ and AFGHANISTAN and kills millions of innocent people just for land and oil they are the peacekeepers of the world but when it comes to Palestine defending their lands they call us Terrorists. The Middle East would have peace if westerns weren’t so greedy and dishonorable. We would have peace if they never ever occupied our lands, changed our government systems, raped and killed our people, supported rebelions, put the people to the top which they chose and founded terrorist organizations all over the middle east. The problem is the greedy WEST. What do you think is going to happen to these kids, who you murdered their parents and destroyed their homes? Do you think they are going to think that WEST is the peacekeepers and place of freedom?! I am sad that my siblings couldn’t enjoy their childhood, all they saw was dead bodies, blood, screams, crying kids and moms. They didn’t go to sleep with lullabies, they went to sleep with bombs.

     I am Palestinian Abdullah

                             First democracy rained from the skies

                         Then freedom passed over us, pallet by pallet

                                  Democracy hit our home too

                      They counted 17 human rights on my father's body.

                          My mother also died due to lack of medicine.

They said it was an embargo but I didn't understand ,maybe because I was a child.

                    You know better, is peace like this for you too, Biden?

             Do human rights leave children orphaned and beheaded there too?

Does democracy fall into the market in broad daylight and wealth leaves people    sleepless with fear? 

                                 and do the birds leave the sky.

                  The last prayer I did with my father is still in my tongue.

What kind of democracy is this Biden? burned the ground where it fell. Was mercy this far from the free world?

After I came back to the warzone a week later  I learned that Hamza died. What was their guilt? What did they do to become an orphan? Did they deserve to die? While in the West people’s problems are LGBTQ. Babies,kids,women and men are dying every single moment in PALESTINE. It is heartbroken to see that The Middle East which the West occupied and bombed for years is suffering every day while the bombers and the killers (WEST) are safe, wealthy and happy in their land and the most shocking one is that they call Middle Easterners terrorists. May your place be heaven Hamza, Abdullah and thousands of palestinian kids. I want everyone who reads this to take a stand and help me to be THE VOICE OF THE UNHEARD!