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How can anyone understand the madness that continues between Israel and Palestine? It is never just a matter of who has the biggest and largest amount of guns, soldiers and tanks, there is no military solution and we know walls built to keep others out eventually fail and are torn down. Retaliation is always the outcome, when a woman straps a suicide belt on and sacrifices her life in the mistaken belief that this will make a difference, what mindset and feeling of hopelessness must exist for someone to do this. When a family in Israel wake in the night to the explosive sound of an awkward scud missile killing family and friends the reaction of course is to launch another strike against the aggressor and then another and another.
In this concept of existence of the backwards and forwards exchange of hostility, anger, desperation there is no peaceful outcome, the war is never won or lost, it is always just under the surface awaiting the time to rise again. We are as humanity all connected and our peace is only as good as another's peace. The conflict between Israel and Palestine can be only changed by change in our own awareness.
So please read three short stories of the children of Israel and Palestine that might nudge you to change your paradigm of understanding forever.
The Soldier and The Boy of Gaza
An Israeli soldier slowly walked down a narrow street in Gaza City, he had lost his way and was trying to reconnect with his platoon. The side streets and back alleys a labyrinth of death and destruction and now started to look all the same.
"Spread out" the commander had said,
"Look for insurgents."
He was a soldier serving his country and feeling very battle weary, tired and edgy. Trained to do his job as a soldier he was armed and ready to shoot. Suddenly his attention was drawn to a young Palestine boy running out from a narrow dark alley way. Both were caught by surprise as they faced each other, the boys' mind racing as to where to hide, his eyes darting left and right with the soldier now moving in on him.
The instinct of the soldier was to shoot but for some reason only the universe knew he resisted his years of training, not because it was a youth that confronted him, but because something inside of him said,
The young boy was twelve years old but already wore the frown marks and stern look on his face from the continual bombardment of his city that had created hatred towards the invading Israeli troops. Now he wanted to pick up a rock and throw it at the soldier, but knew at this close range he would be shot.