Aug 30, 2011

Libyan mothers- Martyrdom is not the end, it is only a beginning

    Aisha Gaddafi, beautiful, smart and brave woman, daughter of the African Leader, lost her beloved baby in a NATO bombing on 30.04.11. Baby girl Mastura was just 6 months old, and her little cousins which died under the same NATO bomb Saif Mohammed and Carthage were 15 months and 2,9 years old.
What words can describe the loss of your beloved child. 
What kind of forgiveness can erase an anger at forces who killed your child and are chasing to kill you and your remaining family. What kind of bomb which falls upon a sleeping child can be called humanitarian. What kind of people and under which international law can issue a reward for a murder of someones family without trial.

What words can describe the loss of your beloved child.

Who are those people called Cameron, Sarkozy, Obama? 
Are they politicians, democrats? NO, they are powerful criminals. Are they human? NO, they may be militarily above every moral law, but they are bellow dignity of the ones called humans. What did a little baby angel do to a monster called NATO, to those RAF pilotes who killed her, in order to deliberately cause pain to her family.

What did the Mothers of UK do? 
Did they shed a tear for someone elses child? 

NO, they went to Hyde park with their children and smile on their face, happy with their social benefits which are funded through a blood of Libyan, Iraqi and Afgan toddlers. 
What did USA politicians do? 
They killed Osama Bin Laden for the fifth time, in order to outcry their massacre in Libya. 
What did USA mothers do? 
 They believed in their story. When will the ignorance start to be considered as a crime? What kind of mother believes in a story that wars in Iraq, Afgan, Libya are fought for USA’s freedom? What kind of mother is proud at her pilot son going to a foreign country to kill someone elses children?  
To the mother of a pilot, from a toddler killed by your son:
“Martydrom does not end something, it is only the beginning.”

To all the Libyan mothers :

“Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.”

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. 
While Libyan mothers mourn the loss of their children, immortals are rejoicing to meet them behind the veil. Libyan mothers can not banish dangers of NATO bombs, but they can banish fears, cause love is stronger than death, even though it can’t stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries,it can’t separate people from love. It can’t take away our memories either, in the end, life is stronger than death.

Aisha Gaddafi  gave a birth to a little Libyan girl today. May that girl and all the other children born during the period of foreign agression against beloved Libya , live and bring glory to Jamahiriya and never forget the crussader's agression. 
May those children be the future of Green Libya.

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