He was 19 years old when a an Israeli Jeep opened fire on him, the Shabak officers walked to his bleeding body, stepped on his chest and open fire again! the Israeli left the body ragged with bullets.
“He used to come and sit with us, he either called me Khalti or Um Ahmad, he refused to take money from anyone, he was highly principled, he went to his own death” my mom said while she was squeezing some oranges.
My dad stopped to protest me using the actual names, “I know it’s long time ago, don’t trust those bastards.” After deleting the name and replacing it with comrade, my dad continued, “they were sentenced for 12 years, few months after their arrest, the prisoners declared a hunger strike, they joined, 5 days later, Hussam was very sick, they took him to the Hospital. In the Hospital they told him, you have to change blood every week, you blood is tainted! 4 years later the Israeli authority released him, they are no longer paying for his treatment.”
I found nothing better than telling the story of an unknown Initfada’s soldiers to commemorate the first Intifida!
The Palestinian Never Dies!, Have you ever saw a nation die!