My School
by Ziad Khalil Abu Zayyad ~ January 29th, 2008. Filed under: Uncategorized.Walking in the tight streets of the old city I was looking at the first huge building I saw when I was a kid, it is my school. I was wondering if they would let me go in if I go there especially after my bad relation with the director. I went through the door, so one of the guards came and asked me what I seeking for. I told him that I just missed my school! They let me in finally, and while I was walking I was looking astonished at everything in the playground until I entered the main door, then I saw the church and the status of De La Salle, this reminded me of myself when I was five years old and stood to pray for Saint Merriam that I will study in this school. I just spent an hour looking at the walls, the classes, the students and everything there. I couldn’t describe my feelings; it was as if I just wanted to go back to school and leave everything else behind me, but the most important thing that I remembered today while I was looking and thinking was remembering my peers that studied with me, I remembered Salah Hamoori who is in prison since three years and accused of nothing, I remembered the martyrs that died when they were only seventeen years old in the Aqsa Mosque, Ibrahim Dkedek and Nidal ilrabady. I remembered how we were thinking, we wanted everyone in the world to think of us and our case and thought that everyone cared about it and didn’t know that the future had a special plan for each one of us. Some of us lost their lives and others almost did but still we are here. We achieved something when we lightened a sparkle in the minds of the young boys who were looking at us as their leaders when we used to say a speech about the independent day or the Land day, we did something and I feel it until now, it is the hope that goes from generation to an other to speak about a people’s story and dream. This visit lightened in me a sparkle that I needed to remember who am I and what I am doing, to remember who taught me and what can I teach, it is a great world that repeats itself.
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