Here's an excerpt from a particularly sick fantasy by an editor at Dar Al Hayat (Lebanon). It's about how the son of the terrorist who blew herself and four Israelis up at Erez checkpoint Wednesday might remember his mother.
The small child will never get tired of the footage Hamas distributed. He will watch it over and over again, as this female holding the rifle, used to hold him in her arms. He will learn by heart what that woman repeated before blowing herself up in the face of occupiers of her nation's soil. She said: "I have always wanted to be the first female to execute a martyrdom operation in which parts of my body would scatter. This was the only hope I used to ask God for." She ended her testament saying that God only knows how much she loves her children. The little boy will feel proud, but will not forget grief, and maybe would say in his heart: what is this nation that eats up martyrs and remains a prisoner? What is this land that brings nothing but funerals and martyrs? What are these seasons that resemble each other in the bullets of funerals, and the ceremonies of goodbyes?
In a society bearing even the faintest traces of civilization, the little boy would feel humiliated, furious at having such shame thrust upon him, enraged at the system that encouraged such atrocities and that brainwashed his mother into abandoning him at a tender age in order to commit a heinous crime. Any society bearing even the faintest traces.
Meanwhile, Imshin has discovered a rumor about the real motivation of the suicide bomber that's just too bizarre to repeat here without some corroboration. If it's true, yikes!
