The mother of an Israeli soldier killed in a Hezbollah attack. She is saying over her son’s body.
We don’t know anything. We want you back.”
How can you bury a child? How can you grieve for your own child?
Yesterday at 7:12 pm, there was a knock on the door that changed our lives. We were a happy family, but now we have become a grieving family. We don’t want anything, we want you back.
When you were little, we always held your hand… in exams, on outings and fun… but who will hold our hand now?
How life can turn upside down in a moment… how you were alive and now everything is gone.
I wish when the Israelis were killing innocent children in Palestine, they thought of their mothers, and today their mothers would not be losing their young sons.
