My Safe Child

I'm thirty-three years old, and I am so happy that I am not a mother. I hear a biological clock is ticking, only the destruction of nervous ticks bombs have not exploded. My friends are jumping when her cell phone ring. "Where are you? No, you can not walk. No, I do not care if all the other children are." How na? Ve children if they are lying. What mother in Israel now would believe that "all children are," everywhere? And where are the kids going? Where will they take their fears? In many places in the world, children are afraid of the unknown, the unreal. You know you live in a war zone when you realize that the biggest fears of the children are from what Replica Watchesthey know only too well. Two years ago, when my younger brother was ten, he came home from school, and since he opened the door he heard the familiar sound of the explosion went off the road he is just behind him. Sitting in front of the TV five minutes later, he could see his friend wander blindly on the road, with body parts and injured people. The friend of the father, put it back from school and took him for a pizza, was killed before his eyes. My brother refused to talk about it. "The child was not really a friend of mine," is all he would say, "I do not know that it good." In the evening he told my father that he afraid of Freddy Kruger, a monstrous murderer from a common horror film. My father did not know if they laugh or cry, but I guess he felt some relief.replica designer handbags How good it is to stroke your child's hair and tell him that Kruger does not really exist. But the man who exploded in the middle of a busy street there. And the man who will explode in another one of our busy streets in a few years, my brother's age. His mother did not have to worry about the dangers that lurk on the way to school. There are no schools anymore. We have it all torn down, when we crushed the infrastructure of the Palestinian Authority. His younger brother was killed when soldiers blew up their homes. Our soldiers exploded their home because his older brother was a "wanted person". Exploding his family at home was our way to ensure that he is soon a wanted person in an undesirable position, torn to a thousand pieces, surrounded by his victims. The young terrorists now sleeps in a tent provided by UNRWA. What is he afraid of? Not much more to fear. The worst has already occurred. But the bulldozers are still around, the demolition of the neighbors at home. Every day, a few new tents in the RAW. His mother tells him how they were deported from their homeland in Latrun in 1967. His grandmother Coach Handbagstells him it was nothing compared to what they had to go through when she was away from Jaffa in 1948, his mother scream, then a newborn baby in her arms. My grandmother does not understand their fate. It has never been to her back to her hometown in Poland, they had to flee as a fugitive, hunted by the rise of Nazism in Europe. But my grandmother has not hear me because they cry. "They are not human," she says. "What people can do such things as these kids kill?" De-humanised people, I want to answer, but I kept my mouth, and think about the child that I do not want. The child I will not have it, is never the feeling of guilt, an inhabitant, or the fear of becoming a victim. I will never tell him not to fear when the fear is rational, what to feel. I will not have to teach him that the Palestinian child is a person like him, while everyone else will tell him that it is not so. The child I will not have it, is sleeping, curled in a secret corner of my mind. The child I will never have is the only child safe in the Middle East.A news editor and journalist Daphna Baram was born in Jerusalem and served in the Israeli army, as a teacher for two years.