Chapter 2 - The mother of the martyr... a heart that never dies

She saw her sitting on the threshold of the burning house, carrying her son's image, and a dry muff that was preparing for a feast that would not come. She did not cry, but she was crying all. They said that her only son was martyred in the Shujaiya massacre, while he was distributing bread to the neighbors. She said at the time with a loud voice: "He did not die, he was preceding me for the committee." This is the mother of the martyr. The world's mothers do not resemble. You do not know the defeat, do not wear the black much, and do not love. She puts the heat on her shoulders, raises her hand to the sky, and says: "Oh God, accept him as a martyr with you, and be pleased with me as I was satisfied with you, O Lord." In Gaza, the mothers of the martyrs do not be surprised, even if the house is destroyed, and everyone in it is martyred. In Gaza, the mother comes out from the rubble carrying the body of her son and says: "Raise your head, your son is a martyr." I used to see her in every neighborhood, in every home, carrying the names of her martyrs on the walls, cultivating them on the walls as if they were roses that do not wither. Her son was a young man in the twentieth, who had graduated months ago from the College of Engineering. He dreamed of traveling, and he was praying every dawn in the mosque. He was martyred before he celebrated his success. He was martyred carrying the loaf to his neighbor's house. When they broadcast his name on the list of martyrs, I prostrated to God crying, and she said: "O Lord ... make me strong to protect him as the bridegroom is bleeding." At the funeral, it was the one who chanted: "Zagradi, the mother of the martyr, your son in Heaven is happy." In Gaza, the pain is sacred. The blood is kept in the hearts of mothers before the books. I saw it after months, at the helling, the dates and water were distributed to the resistance. I told her: Are you still strong? She said: "From the amputation of my heart, nothing else can break me." The mother of the martyr is not only a symbol, but the shield of Gaza. She holds the wound with her hands, and says: Do not cry, he is with his Lord. Every house in Gaza has a martyr. Every house has patience that exceeds the mountains. Mother of the martyr does not die. Her heart is alive ... because whoever beats in it is alive with God. O mother of the martyr, we are all your children ... and we are all on the path in which your son walked.