Rukous Gazan puolesta

Olen ateisti, mutta kauniiden ajatusten takia päätin julkaista täälläkin erään rukouksen, jonka sain israelilaiselta rauhanaktivistilta. Voit tehdä kuten minä teen, eli mielessäni muutan pray-sanan wish-sanalla.

A Prayer for Gaza

By Tala Abu Rahmeh and Riyam Kafri AbuLaban

I pray that moms will never have to see their house empty of the crawls and screams of their little ones

I pray for quiet nights with nothing but the squeaks of mice

I pray for windows to remain intact, and for a one night of peaceful sleep

I pray for kitchens filled with laughter and warm lentil soup and the smells of garlic, lemon, and freshly cut onions

I pray for a the sudden silence of ambulances and the audible sounds of breathing of a tiny baby who doesn’t understand bombs

I pray for dirty diapers, teething fever, and a very happy first birthday

I pray for electricity, a warm bed and a perfect cup of morning coffee

I pray for the smell of fish in the morning, the sound of excited fishermen rising above the rumbling sea

I pray for simple greetings and causal phone calls about the weather

I pray for peaceful rest to those lost

I pray for the headstone to remain intact

I pray for relearned laughter, relearned happiness, and relearned faith in all that is good

I pray for new books and sharpened pencils

I pray for graduation ceremonies and completed academic years

I pray for caps and gowns and fights about who gets their hair done first

I pray for hot bread, fresh milk and one more taste of hot Dagga

I pray for the discovery of passion and random poems about palm trees

I pray for young love, and the perfect white dress

I pray for a perfect cup of black tea with a little bit of milk to heal a broken heart

I pray for life, for hope for peace and ssshhhhhhhh quiet

I pray that Nada, Laila, Taima and Basil will only know what bombs are from books

We pray that one day we wouldn’t have to start our classes with the number of dead children

We pray for beautiful plastic molecules and favorite lines from worn out books

We pray our students will never forget those lost

We pray they will only have to build Palestine, never rebuild her remains

We pray that our biggest problems will become about what to make for dinner, or how to fix the broken lights

We pray that our road trips are free of check points and filled with rest-stops and triple cheese sandwiches

We pray for a leisurely stroll or a fast run on the Mediterranean sea

We pray for small sun burns from sleeping on the beach

We pray that Gaza no longer pays for failed leaderships, failed peace talks, failed envoys

We pray that Gaza wakes up to a loud day filled with excited school children and normal traffic

We pray that Gaza finally lives

We pray for love to always conquer. Always.

November 17, 2012