At last...

At last, after waiting for what seemed ages, but was really only a few days, the gift was brought to her. She looked at it as if she were looking at his angelic luminous shadow. She remembered him when he was her hope in life, the man of her dreams. He went for the sake of her and every oppressed wife, every unhappy child, every lost young man... He went in order to liberate his country, for her and for all the people.

He sacrificed himself for the sake of the country that was invaded by imperialists and strangers. He was worthy of her love and high respect. She got the gift. She was both happy and sad. She looked at it. It was balm for her wounded heart. What could it be?

It was a green board on which was fixed in big letters, the following Qur'anic verse : “...who when a misfortune befalls them say: surely we are Allah's and to Him we shall return...” (Al-Baqarah, 2:156) She hung it on the wall where she could see it every morning, when she opened her eyes and every evening when she went to sleep.

She looked at it and promised Allah the Almighty, and her martyred husband that she would tread the road of struggle till the banner of justice could be raised in Palestine. Whenever she longed for her husband she read the Qur'anic verse and a feeling of calm crept through her. Previous…