The Hunter

By Mannal Ramadan

1/3/03

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I can sense it’s presence

I could hear it’s heavy breathing.

I don’t want to kill him,

Death is not my goal.

I just want to torture him,

Make him suffer like he made my people suffer.

I want to hear him yell….

No! Cry for mercy.

Cry for forgiveness of the pain

He, and the others I was not able to get,

Did to my people.

Ah, my people, the Palestinian people

Who have been in torment and agony

For over fifty-five years!

With this…what should I call him?

Not a human.

For a human does not take a life of another

This…Yes! I found the word

This Devil.

With this devil I will soon capture,

I will make him pay for the pain my people and I suffered.

This creature will pay for every tear we have shed

For every drop of blood on our lands.

I can sense his fear; hear the pounding of his heart.

He does not know that I am right behind him

Just waiting for the right moment.

 Yes! I got him, finally!

All these years, all this pain, all my tears, and frustration

I can show this devil what I have been through

Show him how my people suffered.

I’m holding him by his shoulders.

As I look into his eyes

I see fear, loss, pain, and helplessness.

Is this what they see in the eyes of my people

Right before they slaughter them?

Yes, this is exactly what they see

This is exactly how my people feel.

Like the soldier I have in my hands.

Did they ever feel shame in what they did to the Palestinians?

Did they ever see the fear in their eyes?

Did they even care?

As these thoughts came to my mind

I felt more anger, more need to torture him.

No! No! I don’t want to be like them

I will not kill other human beings.

I will not murder like they do.

I will not be one of them!

Oh, but how much I would like to see you suffer.

But no, I will not be like you,

I will let you live.

Live with your dirty conscience

I will let you live

To suffer the way God wants you to.

Only if you would have let my people live.

It’s all in God’s hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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