How beautiful your faces are. Traces of death may not hold on for too long on your faces.
With the look you are giving us, what are you telling the still, cold and sullied hearts? Are you the greatest answer to the cruelty and indiscriminate weaponry?
You slipped away without even being heartily hugged by your mothers and fathers. You left many unanswerable questions while you were leaving. Children in other parts of the world asked their parents while looking at your innocent faces: Why are these children dying, Mom? Why are they killing the children?
Nobody answered; they could not respond. What were we supposed to say? Is there anything to say?
I could not dare look at your beautiful faces at first; I just could not. Then I told myself I should take a look at these heavenly faces. I also noticed your untidy hair. I thought how perfect the hair of martyred babies is. I would love to stroke your hair; there must be scents from heaven on your hair; I would like to smell it. Would I have this right? Would I be able to do this? We are all guilty.
Then I looked for some sort of consolation: I thought our Prophet will stroke these innocent faces and heads in heaven. I also thought he would care for them just like he does for Qasým, Abdullah and Ibrahim. Who knows? Maybe he would also play with them and hold their hands. He would offer you some fruit; and maybe other kids in heaven would wonder who you are; they would ask who these friends of the Prophet are. Would you respond saying we are Gaza's boys and girls? Your bodies were lying on the ground, holding each others' hands. You would probably say we got here directly. Would you have yards there? Would they call it Gaza?
Do you not proceed to the gates of heaven without waiting for your moms and dads? Wait for us; be reference for us as well.
You can't die for nothing because you have such innocent faces; you stay innocently in your shrouds, and you look so meaningfully. What you have told is greater than what we have understood. Like drops that revitalize the desert, you are pouring compassion and mercy on our hearts. You should know how many hearts you have impressed. You reminded selfish people of emotions and sensitivities. You bled our hearts with your bodies in blood. You brought tears to our eyes that would not cry with your eyes, which we could not look at. You proliferated and multiplied when you dropped on earth. You reminded us of humanity and humane values.
If our old planet will experience another spring, that will not work for the hardened hearts. Compassion, mercy and conscience should arrive first. If the man will be resurrected, humanity should be resurrected first. So your innocence assumed this duty.
How did these cruel and merciless men and women make an exhibit out of you? How did not they feel any shame and regret? You, Gaza's heavenly children, exposed them. You exposed their supporters. You exposed the pseudo-promoters of human rights and animal rights. They were caught by your innocent looks. You taught a lesson to those who did not expect such grave extremism and carnage, who thought human rights violations were all left behind, and who argued that a different world is now prevalent.
Gaza's heavenly sons and daughters, you have shaken hearts and consciences. You have reminded indifferent Muslims of their responsibilities as fellow Muslims. Your untidy hair and your eyes have told us a lot. I am sure your vengeance will be taken and your suffering will not go unpunished.
