I’ve never cried when saying goodbye, but this time I did. Why?
On 9th April 1948, exactly 66 years ago, the Zionist terrorist groups Irgun and Stern Gang invaded the Arab village of Deir Yassin. The militia forces entered the village firing upon the homes of unsuspecting villagers who thought they would be safe because Deir Yassin had entered a non-aggression pact with the ‘official’ Zionist militia called the Hagana. The terrorist forces then proceeded to gather all of Deir Yassin’s inhabitants in one place to kill them in cold blood after raping many women, and then the forces mutilated the bodies of the dead.
The numbers vary but perhaps up to 170 people were murdered, and that’s not taking into account those that were considered fighters by the Zionist authorities and so not listed as victims of the massacre. Among the dead, there were 30 bodies of babies.
In his book, The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, Israeli historian Ilan Pappe quotes the following firsthand account of a survivor of the massacre:
“They took us out one after the other; shot an old man and when one of his daughters cried, she was shot too. Then they called my brother Muhammad, and shot him in front of us, and when my mother yelled, bending over him–carrying my little sister Hudra in her hands, still breastfeeding her–they shot her too.”
Fahim Zaydan was 12 years old at the time and shot too when the troops lined up children against a wall and sprayed them with bullets “just for the fun of it”. It’s a wonder he survived.
READ FULL: Deir Yassin: Beyond ‘Remembering’
I’m terrible at Tumblring.
All I do is reblog pictures and not write anything.
People like Lilyjoon write such inspiring and thoughtful entries and here I am, not doing anything.
I think it’s because I’m lazy as heck, but also because this blog is known to people in my life - can’t exactly wax lyrical about my deepest thoughts, ya know?
Anyway I’m heading to Rahim Yar Khan today. It’s near the border with Sindh province. I’m very excited to see the different culture and all. Only downside is the 12 hour bus ride. Traveling is 20% great experiences and 80% long bus rides. Daewoo Zindabad!
My sister isnt happy, I was supposed to go to Lahore with her, but this opportunity came up. I feel guilty, she was so excited to spend time with me. The upside I I will get to spend three days in Mainwali afterwards with her, but still ya know?