I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.

I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.

They had bombed and burned,killed and maimed,plundered and looted.Now they had come to claim the land.

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

Under the broken promises of superpowers and under the worlds indifference to spilled Arab blood.

For if life had taught her anything, it was that healing and peace can begin only with acknowledgment of wrongs committed.

How can one find the first moment of love? When, in what instant, does the night's dark sky become blue?