Strawberries & Whipped Cream

As a personal exercise I am trying to look at a child murderer from a different perspective, only I am giving him the proper punishment....

Here it goes ==>

Samir was born at the Dakhia neighborhood in Beirut. His father was recruited as a fighter by the Hezbollah and was killed by Israeli troopers when Samir was 3 years old. His mother was forced to clean other people's houses in order to bring home some food for Samir and his five siblings. Times were tough for the Al'Mukhtar family.

When samir turned 15 he was recruited as a fighter for the Hezbollah and followed his father's footsteps. He wanted to make an impact, to be commemorated on the pages of history. Somewhere in the dark corners of his heart he just wanted to revenge his father's death and the harsh poverty he grew up in due to his father's death.

Samir Al'Mukhtar was an exemplary fighter thus chosen to serve as a Shahid at the early age of 17. He went on an operational mission inside Israel, in a city the Zionists call: Qiriat Mozkin, which is located near Haifa.

Samir was smuggled across the border, carrying a gun and a picture of his late father. He was constantly repeating verses from the Koran. When he got to the city of Qiriat Mozkin he penetrated a Zionist apartment building and broke into one of the apartments.

It was pitch dark inside and his eyes had to adjust to the darkness. He started walking across the room and shot everyone on his way. The first to be killed were the father and the mother in their bed and from the shouting and the gun shots, their eldest son woke up. Samir had shot him in a breeze and than he could hear the crying of a small child. He followed the crying voices and found a small baby girl in her crib, crying her lungs out from all the commotion. At first he stopped moving and thought about his kid brother, Ibrahim, who was born shortly before his father got killed.

Samir heard the sirens, the police is on its way. He was sweating and started shivering. The magnitude of his deeds has daunted him. What has he done? He shook his head to take away these weak thoughts and remembered how small Ibrahim was when he had to work at the food market, waking up everyday at 3 am and carrying heavy baskets of fruits. Then he raised his gun and smashed its shaft onto the crying baby's skull.

He immediately put his gun into his mouth for the final deed. It is time to turn into a shahid so the Israeli police won't catch him and interrogate him. He squeezed the trigger and could already hear the policemen entering the apartment, but there were no more bullets in the magazine. Samir was caught.

Samir was a bit surprised that no one had hit him. No one had tortured him in a dark basement. He was even given an Arabic speaking lawyer by the state of Israel to represent him during his trial and there were several appeals, served by Israeli organizations, for calling off the death sentence he was given.

On his last hour, before the death sentence was carried out, he was asked what would he like to eat for his final meal. He thought for a short minute and confidently said: "Strawberries and whipped cream", Ibrahim's favorite.


--Time's up--