Early
this evening, Israel
killed, or more
accurately
assassinated, my
sister Dr. Soma
Baroud, by bombing
her taxi in the Khan
Yunis area, killing
her and six other
innocent people.
She
was the kindest
soul, a great mother
and a most loving
sister.
She
was a member of a
generation of female
doctors that
revolutionized
medicine in the
Strip.
She
healed many people,
never charged the
poor and until the
last day of her life
remained principled,
loving, kind and
patient, even when
Israel blew up her
house a few weeks
ago.
I
don’t know what else
to say, aside from
the fact that I
suddenly feel as if
a child who became
orphaned all over
again.
She
was a leader of our
family, and
fulfilled the role
of our mother who
died at a young age.
I
am sorry, sister,
that I could do
nothing to protect
you.
I
feel deep shame that
I live in the very
country that paid
for and made the
bombs that killed
you.
When
the numbness is
gone, I will try to
stay strong only
driven by the hope
that we will meet
again in Paradise. |