Ahli Ibadat Yang Bermain-Main

Wahai orang yang beribadat di dua tanah haram
jika kamu melihat kami
nescaya kamu mengetahui bahawa kamu hanya
bermain-main di dalam ibadah.

Orang-orang itu membasahi pipinya dengan air mata
sedang tengkuk kami berlumuran dengan darah
Dia memenatkan kudanya di dalam sia-sia
sedangkan kuda-kuda kami penat di hari peperangan

Kamu berbau harum dengan minyak wangi
sedangkan minyak wangi kami adalah peluh kuda
dan debu yang terbaik di medan peperangan

telah datang kepada kami sabda Nabi kita
kata-kata yang benar, tepat dan bukan dusta:
"Tidak sama debu kuda Allah pada hidung seseorang
dengan asap neraka yang menyala
Kitab Allah ini telah menyebut di hadapan kita bahawa
"orang yang mati syahid itu tidak mati"
bukan satu dusta.

Mereka sangka bahawasanya agama itu ialah
pengasingan dan pertapaan
dan asyik di dalam wirid dan zikir tanpa dakwah dan jihad

Anaehnya kulihat
mereka beriman dengan sebahagian
kelihatan hati mereka kufur terhadap sebahagian lagi

Padahal agama ini mempunyai fardhu, sunat dan istighfar
Agama ini adalah medan jihad, senjata dan para pahlawannya
yang menghancur-leburkan kejahatan dan penyangak
Agama ini memerintah dengan nama Tuhanmu yang mencipta keadilan
Bukan kezaliman dan bukan kewewenangan.

Kuchiyose no jutsu! Habis dah...

Laskar Pelangi

Bismillah...

Hari tu aku ada cakap nak tulis pasal cerita Laskar Pelangi? Actually, aku ni jenis yang suka bila ada orang bagi testimonial. Sama juga dengan cerita Ayat-Ayat Cinta. Kawan-kawan semuanya provoke suruh baca buku tu. "Kalau enta baca mesti nak nikah punyala." Jadi, perasaan nak baca novel tu meluap-luap. Bukan sebab dah "tak boleh handle". Tapi terpengaruh dengan provokasi tu. "Best sangatkah??" Ok, itu persoalannya.

Sebenarnya budaya membaca ni ayah aku yang bina sejak aku kecil lagi. Ayah membeli surat khabar Utusan Malaysia setiap hari. Jadi aku memang sentiasa update dengan isu-isu terkini. Politik, ekonomi, masyarakat, sukan, luar negara semua aku baca. Tak cukup dengan membaca, aku potong bahagian-bahagian yang menarik seperti fakta-fakta dan menampal dalam buku scrap. Dan ayah memang sentiasa menyokong aku. Kalau lalu depan kedai buku then aku macam berminat dengan sesuatu buku, ayah akan cari duit untuk beli walaupun aku tahu ayah bukan ada duit pun nak beli. Tapi sebab aku, ayah mesti cari gak duit untuk beli. Terima kasih ayah!

Oleh kerana aku sekolah harian, aku study kat rumah je. Actually, mak dan ayah tak pernah paksa aku belajar cuma ayah memang marah kalau aku tak pergi sekolah. Aku terpaksa buat-buat sakit perut untuk ponteng sekolah. Mungkin ayah tak nak aku mewarisi kesusahan keluarga. Nak pula, abang aku yang menjadi harapan untuk mengubah nasib keluarga pergi menemui Ilahi ketika habis diploma Mekanikal di ITM Shah Alam (sekarang UiTM). Yang sedihnya, dia dapat tawaran sambung belajar ke UK selepas itu. Allah lebih menyayangi dia. Abang aku merupakan inspirasi untuk aku belajar sampai ke peringkat sekarang. Semoga arwah abang sentiasa dirahmati Allah. Amin.

Sampailah sekarang, budaya membaca dah jadi sebahagian dari hidup aku. Dulu masa tiada duit, aku pinjam buku member-member. Sekarang dah ada duit pinjaman PTPTN dan biasiswa JPA, aku spend la setiap semester untuk beli buku. Dah berapa ribu habis beli buku. Bacanya tak juga. Hehe. Tapi aku sedikit jealous dengan orang-orang yang ada lagi banyak buku then diorang baca lagi banyak dari aku. Jealous untuk perkara macam ni digalakkan kan? Huhu...

Ok. Itu cerita budaya membaca. Sangat bagus jika dibina sejak kecil. Jadi, bila dah ada anak-anak nanti, pupuklah budaya membaca. Jangan sibuk mahu memajukan material tetapi modal insan masih pada kelas ketiga! Dunia bergerak menuju kreativiti dan inovasi tanpa sempadan. Think out of the box, multidimensional!


Baiklah, kembali ke cerita Laskar Pelangi. Sebelum itu, aku suggest sesiapa yang ingin menonton movienya bacalah dulu novelnya. Sangat menarik. Ia seperti menonton Da Vinci Code tapi tidak membaca karya Dan Brown atau Harry Potter atau Ayat-Ayat Cinta. Ayat-Ayat Cinta menunjukkan betapa movie tak selalunya sebaik novelnya. Aku macam menyampah menonton movienya sedangkan membaca novelnya selalu memotivasi diri aku ketika down.

Dan Laskar Pelangi sangat berbeza. Aku seperti direnjat elektrik ketika Andrea Hirata mengisahkan perjalanan hidupnya. Dunia kanak-kanak Andrea hampir sama seperti yang aku lalui ketika kecilku. Tapi aku fikir, dia lebih sukar. Memang pun. Kesukaran selalu membawa manusia ke arah kejayaan. Kecekalan membentuk manusia agar lebih menghargai kehidupan. Persahabatan dan cinta mengikat manusia tanpa mengira batas.

Mungkin aku tak perlu untuk menjadi penglipurlara untuk mengisahkan Laskar Pelangi kepada semua. Cuma aku ingin berkongsi nilai-nilai yang dibawa oleh Andrea. Sukar untuk menemui nilai-nilai seperti itu di dalam dunia moden penuh kecanggihan seperti sekarang. Di mana nilai-nilai jahiliah mengambil tempat nilai-nilai Islam. Individualistik, materialistik, egoistik dan seplastik nilai-nilai busuk yang menjadi pegangan masyarakat kita sekarang.

Hiduplah untuk memberi sebanyak-banyaknya, bukan untuk menerima sebanyak-banyaknya. Begitulah yang diulang-ulang oleh Pak Harfan. Memang benar, menuntut hak lebih mudah dari memberikan hak kepada orang lain. Tapi yang sukar itulah sepatutnya kita usahakan. Masih ingat 6 hak saudara yang perlu kita tunaikan? Sudahkah kita mengamalkan perintah Rasulullah saw itu? Kalau tidak tahu maka bertanyalah kepada yang tahu ye. Hehe...

Kecekalan yang ditunjukkan oleh Bu Mus dan Pak Harfan yang tidak mengharapkan apa-apa balasan dalam memberikan pendidikan kepada anak bangsa mungkin perlu menjadi contoh kepada guru-guru sekarang. Memberi tidak pernah ada kaitan dengan mengharap balasan. Ingat lagi surah al-Muddassir? Bahkan bagi seorang da'ie, tidak boleh ada perasaan untuk menerima balasan atas setiap pertolongan yang dihulurkan. Balasan hanya dari Allah sahaja.

Kepada yang belum menonton, ambillah masa sebentar untuk kita menganalisis filem ini. Sebenarnya tetralogi Andrea Hirata merangkumi Laskar Pelangi, Sang Pemimpi, Edensor dan Maryamah Markov. Aku baru habiskan separuh buku Sang Pemimpi. Tidak sempat untuk menghabiskan bacaan. Masih banyak buku yang berstatus pending.

Sekarang ini aku sedang mengambil Sijil Pentauliahan Profesional. Kursus Sun Ceritified Java Programmer. Semuanya free of charge. Jika aku ambil sendiri, kosnya semua adalah USD$4300++ (RM kira sendiri ok). Alhamdulillah, doakan aku berjaya dalam exam nanti. Java programming ni susah la. Start 11 May sampai 3 Jun. Mak dan ayah dah tanya kenapa lambat balik. Ikutkan tak sempat langsung nak balik. Aku baru nak mula tulis tesis. InshaAllah, jika tiada aral aku akan tamat degree hujung tahun ni. Doakan aku ye semua.

Bertemu di entri seterusnya inshaAllah. Keep surfing on this blog! Thanx to all.

Kuchiyose no jutsu! Habis dah...

Exam, Demam dan Mukhayyam X-REK'09

Bismillah...

Wahhh....dah lama gilerrrrr tak update. Berhabuk, bersawang, taik cicak penuh, lipan, kutu babi ba alif ba ya dan sewaktu dengannya. Perghh!! Sape punya stokin busuk yang telah menyebabkan aku demam selama seminggu nih? Pengotor betul-la. Lipas pun tak kotor macam ni. Nasib baik la blog ni kat alam maya dan fantasi. Kalau tak dah lama kena saman dengan MPJBT. Kurang asam jawa betul la pemilik blog ni!! Dah la merepek merapu melalut tak ingat pastu nak membebel tak tentu pasal. Oii! Nak membebel balik kampung la. Apa kena mengena??

Ok. Let begin. Sebenarnya nak bercerita pasal aku je kali ni. Segalanya bermula ketika hari ahad 3hb/5. Petang tu ada meeting fasi untuk mukhayyam X-REK 2009. Pong pang pong pang cerita, aku kena jadi PIC (Person In-Charge) untuk trekking yang mana bagi aku adalah nukleus program mukhayyam ni. Besar gilerrr tanggungjawab tu. Nak dijadikan cerita, aku ada exam esoknya (Isnin 4/5) dan rabu (6/5). Modul trekking nak kena submit selasa malam. Kerja gila kan?? Tapi aku terima jela sebab orang lain semua dah ada tugas. Dan ketika tu aku ras "fit" dan sangat bersemangat untuk buat modul terbaik.

Mudahkan cerita, lepas exam yang gila punya susah "senang", badan aku dah rasa lain dah. Dan ketika petang tu, rasa panas menyelimuti seluruh badan. Malam tu memang takleh tidur sebab badan aku panas sangat. Nak tidur bawah kipas yang buka "full throttle" pun masih panas. Sebab tak larat nak gi surau pagi tu aku solat la dengan sorang ikhwah ni. Aku suruh dia jadi imam tapi dia taknak. So aku jadi la imam. Habis je baca al-Fatihah, dah rasa pening. Pastu....

Aku pengsan. Jatuh "free fall" dari kedudukan berdiri dengan belakang kepala terhentak kat lantai. Ikhwah yang jadi makmun tadi pun stop solat dia sebab tengok aku macam dah "takde harapan". Dia goncang-goncang aku sambil menangis memanggil nama aku beberapa kali. Dan aku tersedar. Pastu bangun tidur atas tilam sampai tengahari. Sakitnya kepala dan seluruh badan hanya Allah saja yang tahu. Aku nak bangun study sebab ada exam pagi esok tapi takleh bangun langsung. Solat pun duduk je. Makan pun tak lalu. Ya Allah! Nikmatnya sihat baru terasa time sakit.

Esoknya, pagi-pagi lagi aku dah telan panadol actifast 2 biji sebab kalau tak aku tak larat nak gi ambil last paper. Dah la tak study apa-apa pun. Takpela, yang tentukan berjaya atau tak adalah Allah. Tawakal jela. Padahal usaha macam hampeh!

Alhamdulillah, paper terakhir biasa-biasa jer. Lepas exam, terus gi pusat kesihatan untuk check. Alih-alih kena suspek denggi dan kena masuk air 3 botol. Punyala lapar tapi nak makan tak lalu pula. Pahit semacam je lidah ni. Alhamdulillah, denggi negatif. Hari khamis masih panas badan. Aku cuma baring je atas tilam sepanjang hari. Nak tak nak, esok kena pergi ke mukhayyam. Lagipun sakit dah mula kebah. So, bolehla aku gi mendaki gunung arong. hehehe...

Mukhayyam X-REK'09 (Ekspedisi Remaja Kental 2009)

Aku taknak cakap banyak pasal mukhayyam ni. Majoriti semua orang puas hati gila sebab kata diorang;

Peserta cakap;
"Ni camping paling best..best2..best3..."

"Berjaya membangkitkan semangat jihad dan cintakan Palestin!"

"Penat macam nak mati!"

"Kami sesat sejak awal sampai habis."

"Nyamuk banyak gila. Tak larat nak tampaq!"

"Biasa ja. Takdela mencabar sangat." [dengan muka letih gila-gila]

"Punyala letih. Nasib baik akhwat masak sedap..Hehehe.."

"Ana tak puas hati dengan fasi sebab koyakkan baju ana. Weii!! tak puas hati jom gocoh mula la.."

Fasi pulak;

"Bestnya bergambar di puncak gunung. Chantekknyaaa!!"

"Waaa....laut luas terbentang..terjun..kedebush..kedebush!"

"Perghh!! Busuk gila paya tempat kerbau berkubang. Uwekk...uwekkk.."

"Kami takut sampai kena buat gencatan senjata."

Gambar-gambar gunung arong aku rembat dalam internet.

dari puncak Gunung Arong yang cantik...

Puncak Arong 2570 meter

Pantai lepas turun gunung

p/s1: Tunggu next mukhayyam plak! Lagi ganaszzz dan mencabar...

p/s2: Tunggu video yang 'Ammar nak buat...mesti lagi best..

Kuchiyose no jutsu! Habis dah...

Lalutan Ketika Boring Study...

Bismillah

Rasanya dah lama aku tidak menulis secara tidak formal. Bukan tiada idea, tetapi malas. Hehe.. Tak tahu kenapakah perasaan malas tu boleh ada sedangkan tidak patut ada rasa malas dalam diri seorang muslim.

Ok, aku tahu, secara teorinya memanglah tiada kata bermalas-malas bagi seorang muslim apatah lagi yang mengaku dirinya da'i. Namun, realitinya sangat berbeza. Banyak faktor yang menyebabkan perasaan malas wujud dalam diri. Dan sifat malas itu sendiri berbeza-beza mengikut individu. Ya, malas adalah pemboleh ubah bertindak balas. Pemboleh ubah yang dimanipulasikan adalah faktor-faktor luaran dan dalaman. Manakala pemboleh ubah dimalarkan adalah ... Apa ek?! Hehe..suka hati la nak letak apapun. Dah lama tidak membuat eksperimen fizik. Melalut entah ke mana.

Jauh sudah "perjalananku" ini...

Sekarang minggu peperiksaan semester ke-8 aku di utm. Dah 4 tahun. Pantas masa berlalu. Sepatutnya menjadi semester yang terakhir bagi aku di bumi skudai ni. Tapi Allah berkehendak lain. Dan sudah tentu, aku yang "memilih" untuk melalui jalan ni. Ya, tambah satu semester. Perlu ke aku bersedih? Tak perlu rasanya. Bak kata "pakcik", "Life must go on". Atau macam dalam radio, "Live life to the max!" Haha..entahlah. Macam-macam kata-kata motivasi atau inspirasi yang lahir dari pengalaman dan pengamatan manusia terhadap peristiwa-peristiwa yang berlaku di sekelilingnya. Lalu membentuk manusia itu sendiri. Dan perkara ni aku dah pernah tulis iaitu tentang perubahan-perubahan sekeliling yang banyak mempengaruhi perkembangan seseorang baik dari segi mental mahupun emosi. Hehe..macam ahli psikologi la pulak..

Tak macam orang lain, aku tak kisah sangat dengan exam. Kalau orang-orang lain sanggup bergadang stay up study, lepas tu bila tak dapat jawab exam dengan baik rasa tension tahap gaban. What the heck. I don't care. Mungkin sistem yang aku lalui tak sama macam orang-orang pandai yang lain. Yela, aku tak pernah paksa diri untuk study gila-gila untuk score exam. Tapi result aku okay apa. Haha..

Arghh...apa aku melalut ni?!! Sebenarnya nak cerita benda lain. Dah "kona" ke lain pulak. Cerita sebenarnya adalah...jeng, jeng, jeng..Dragonball ada 7 biji semuanya. Haha..melalut lagi.

Ok. Be serious. Kenapa sekarang aku rasa tension bila banyak kerja kena buat dalam masa yang sama? Exam, camping, urusan nak extend, planning untuk cuti ni, itu dan ini dan the list will grow longer... Adakah aku mencari alasan? Sedangkan mencari alasan adalah tanda-tanda futur (melemah). Wal'iyazubillah. Doakan aku kawan-kawan. Amin..

Ada seorang ikhwah pesan, "Kalau rasa tension study maknanya masih ada perasaan cintakan dunia di dalam hati". Simple je. Tapi aku rasa ada benarnya. Kenapa perlu rasa tension study atau exam? Bukan ke tugas kita hanya berusaha? Bukan ke hasil tu rahsia Allah? Tapi dari segi psikologi [aku bukan ahli psikologi ok..], memang fitrah la rasa tertekan bila "sereberum dan serebelum" diperah habis-habisan. Otak pun letih tau tak. Dirimu ada hak atasmu! Dah, gi tidur sekarang! [Sekarang pukul 1:00 pagi]

Ketika bosan-bosan, sempat aku menonton filem Laskar Pelangi. Wah! Bestnya cerita ni. Nanti aku nak share dalam blog ni. Tapi kalau sesiapa yang nak tengok, baca novelnya dulu ya.

Ikal, Lintang, Mahar dan rakan-rakan

Tinggalkan dulu Laskar Pelangi walaupun aku rasa excited sangat dengan novel/cerita ni.

Mungkin salah diri sendiri. Pengurusan masa kureng. Buang masa pada perkara yang kurang atau tiada faedah. Kadang-kadang aku fikir macam mana la nak praktikkan Pareto Principle ni. Nak kenal pasti priority pun tak tau. Ish..ish..ish..

Sebenarnya kalau ada kesungguhan semuanya ok. Kesungguhan untuk merancang dan melaksanakan perancangan. [Teori lagi...] Tapi insyaAllah, bisa aja. Aku tahu, untuk mencapai kesempurnaan mungkin sukar atau impossible sama sekali tetapi aku perlu bergerak ke arah kesempurnaan. Meletakkan standard minimum based on my own ability and capability. Paling penting, rasa percaya diri. Tuhan tak membebankan aku dengan sesuatu yang aku tak mampu. Dan Dia tak uji aku melainkan sesuai dengan level iman aku [29:2].

Esok Hari ni [Isnin] ada paper. Pukul 9:00 pagi nanti. Tak prepare pun. [Malas lagi...]
Jadi, baru nak rajinkan diri. Hehe...

Allahua'lam

p/s paper RS for Marine Applications

Kuchiyose no jutsu! Habis dah...

Massacres Against the Palestinian People: Part III (Final)

The Massacre at Sabra and Shatila (September 16-18, 1982)

Before sunset on Thursday, 16 September 1982, Maronite Christian forces, covered by units of the "Israeli" invasion army, stormed the camps of Sabra and Shatila in Beirut. The massacre continued for approximately 36 hours. During the operation, the "Israeli" army surrounded the camps preventing anyone from entering or leaving. In addition, the "Israeli" soldiers provided militia with logistic support, including setting off incasdescent bombs at night to facilitate the militia's mission.

Information about the massacre began to leak out after a number of children and women fled to the Gaza hospital in the Shatila camp, and informed the doctors of what was happening. Likewise, news of the massacre reached some foreign journalists on Friday morning, 17 September 1982, but the bloodbath went on until Saturday noon, September 18. 3297 Palestinians were killed in the massacre.

The massacre was carried out under the supervisionof Ariel Sharon, then the Defense minister and the architect of the invasion. But the "Israeli" military court that investigated the massacre shamelessly claimed, "that the General's commands were misunderstood", and ridiculously fined him an equivalent of 14 American cents!


Umm Ghazi Younes Madhi, one of the survivors of the massacre said, "They stormed the camp at 5:30 on September 16. We do not hear any gunfire at first, since they were killing people with axes and knives. They would bury the people alive with bulldozers. We ran away barefooted with bullets on our heels. They slaughtered my husband and three of my children in the massacre. They killed my husband in the bedroom with one of the children. I saw them slaughtering a pregnant woman with her husband. My niece came out of the house and they grabbed her and slaughtered her in the street. They did the same thing to her small son, who was in her arms."

Munir Ahmad Al-Doukhi, who at that time was 13 years old, survived three attempts to take his life. He says, "I had been placed under the responsibility of armed men wearing filthy clothes, and who did not speak Arabic well. With me was a group of women and children who had been dragged out of their houses. They firen on the women and children, and I was injured in my right foot. My mother was wounded in her shoulder and in her leg. When they ask the wounded to stand up so that they could take them to the hospital, I pretended to be dead. Then they fired on them all over again. So that's how I survived the second attempt to kill me. But my mother had already died. And on the morning of the next day, they shot at me when they found out that I was still alive. They wounded me and thought I was dead, so they left me alone."

Sumaya Qasim Bashir says, "My husband and my son were killed in the massacre. The most horrible sight I saw was the sight of our neighbor, Hajja Munira Amr. First they slaughtered her four-month-old child before her eyes, then they slaughtered her."

An American nurse by the name of Jill Drew tells of an eyewitness who said that they tied up the children, and then slaughtered them like sheep in the Sabra and Shatila camps. They would line people up in the sports stadium, then form firing squads to shoot them dead.

Ali Khalil Afana, who was 12 years old at the time, says, "It was 11:30. We heard the sound of a big explosion. It was followed by a women's voice, then all of a sudden they broke into our house. They came rushing to us like wolves, searching the rooms. My mother screamed for help, and they rained her with bullets. My father reached out his hand in search of something to defend himself with. But their bullets were too fast for him. I did not have enough strength to scream, since they had fallen on me with knives. I do not know what happened after that. But I found myself in the hospital the way you see me now: with my head and my legs all wrapped up. A classmate of mine who was visiting his mother in the hospital told me that our house was nothing but a pile of rubble. My aunt came to visit me yesterday, so I asked her what had happened to my three brothers. But she did not amswered me! They were all dead. I know it." And with that, hot tears rolled down his little cheeks.


A women from Sabra camps tells her story by saying, "I, my husband and my baby were about to sleep on 15 September at night, after we had finished straightening up the things that had been destroyed by the bombing. At that time we were feeling reassured because the Lebanese - or so we thought - were surrounding the camp. But the horrors were approaching, because not long after this scores of soldiers and fighters came in shooting and blowing up the houses. We went out to see what was going on, and when we saw what we saw, we tried to run away. But they stopped us. They pushed my husband, my father and my brother toward a wall and stood them up with their backs to it. Then they made them raised their hands and showered them with a torrent of bullets and they fell down dead. When my mother and I screamed, they pulled us by the hair toward a deep hole that had been caused by a missile. But just then they received orders to move somewhere else, so they left without firing on us. Then we fled."

Another women speaks of how they came into her house when a neighbor boy was visiting her. They fell upon him with an axe and split his head in two. She says, "When I screamed, they tied me up with a rope that they had with them. Then they threw me onto the floor and three of them took turns raping me. By the time they left I was unconscious, and when I finally woke up, I was in a civil defense ambulance."

Some militiamen would crush Palestinians to death under the wheels of their military vehicles. And at the same time they would make the sign of the cross over bodies of the victims. A Danish television cameramen by the name of Pederson filmed a number of army trucks filled with women, children and elderly people, headed toward some unknown destination.

People in Sabra and Shatila were killed indiscriminately, and a large number of women were raped. There were many people who raised white flags as a sign of surrender, especially children and women. However, they were among the first victims of the massacre. Among them were more than fifty women who went to surrender, but were all killed.

The attack on the Akka (Acre) hospital took place on Friday morning at 11:30. It involved the murder of doctors and patients. A Palestinian nurse by the name of Intisar Isma'il (19 years old), whose disfigured corpse was found later, was raped ten times, then killed. The attackers killed many sick and wounded, as well as some of the hospital workers and local residents who had come to the hospital for refuge. Then they forced forty patients to get into trucks. They were not seen again. During the massacre, the terrorists killed physicians Ali Uthman and Samiya al-Khatib inside the hospital. And they emptied their cartridges into the head of a fourteen-year-old wounded boy named Muwaffaq As'ad as he lay in bed.


Bulldozers set about digging mass graves in broad daylight in south Shatila with the help of the "Israelis".

Roberto Soro, a Beirut correspondent for the American magazine, The Time, relates what he saaw after entering the camps as follows, "There was nothing but piles of debris and corpses. The bodies were piled on top of one another, including children, women and men. Some of them had their hands tied behind them, and some had their hands tied to their legs. Parts of some heads had flown off in different directions, and there was the body of a women holding her child to her bosom; both of them had been killed by the same bullet. The bodies had been removed from one place to another with "Israeli" bulldozers. One women stood over a maimed corpse screaming, "My husband! Oh Lord, who will help me now? And all of my children have been killed! My husband, they have slaughtered him! What will I do? Oh Lord, Oh Lord!"

A report submitted by a correspondent of The Washington Post, recorded what he saw as follows, "Entire houses had been destroyed by bulldozers, turned into piles of bodies atop more bodies as if they were so many dolls. And over the corpses, the holes which appeared in the walls of the houses indicated that they had been shot dead. On a short dead-end street we came across two girls, one of them about 11 years old and the other only a few months! They were both lying on the ground with their legs tied up, and there was a small hole in each one's head. A few steps away from them, on the wall of a house bearing the numbers 422 and 424, they had fired on eight men. Every street, no matter how small, had its story to tell. On one street there were sixteen corpses piled on top of each other in peculiar positions, and nearby there lay a 40-year-old women with a bullet between her breasts. Near a small shop an elderly man about 70 years old had fallen, with his hand still extended in a gesture as if to plead for mercy. His dust-covered head looked toward a woman now beneath the rubble."

Husayn Ra'd, 46, states, "The terrorists beheaded people with cleavers, and while they were at it they hurled curses and insults at their victims. They were slaughtering women and children right and left." And he adds, "The residents started running away in the direction of the multinational forces. But they did not protect them, especially in the Hamra area."

Mahmoud Hashim, a 15-year old witness of the massacre relates, "It was a friday night and I was sleeping with some friends of mine in the camp. At about 11:00 we heard gunfire, but we did not think anything of it. So we slept till the next morning, but we woke up to find nothing in the camp but dogs and cats. We went out to see what was going on, and when we came near the Galilee School, we found a pile of corpses.

The fruit vendor where my family lives after his house in the Sabra and Shatila camp was destroyed by "Israeli" shelling at the beginning of the invasion. It was there that I first heard about the massacre." Then he continued to say, "I met up with a British journalist who asked me to go with him to the camp entrance on Saturday morning, 17 September 1982 so that he could record the events of the massacre with his camera. I agreed to go with him. When we got to the western end of the camp, we were surprised to find a pile of corpses near the al-Doukhi shop. The shop owner had been beaten on the head with an axe and beside him there was a young man. All the rest were elderly people. We kept on going until we reached the Haraj crossroads, where the journalist saw nine corpses under a truck. Some of them had their hands tied and bullets had penetrated the surface of a nearby wall. The scene indicated that they had been subjected to a mass execution. About ten metres from this appalling sight, we found an elderly women holding a Lebanese identity card. It appeared that she had been trying to convince her killers that she was Lebanese and not Palestinian. And twenty metres further on, we found a number of horses that had been killed, among them the corpse of a man with his head cut off. it turned out later to be my uncle, Abdul Hadi Hasyim, 49. After we had gone a little farther we came upon six cadavers that had been tied together with chains. The heads of two of them looked as though they had been hollowed out, as if they had been beaten with axes. We were so at a loss and overcome with horror, we decided to go back the way we had come. By this time the British journalist became distraught and hurried to get us out of the camp on the motorcycle we had come in on. As we were leaving sprays of bullets were fired at us, which made him drive faster."


Recalling memories from inside the camp, the eyewitness goes on saying, "We saw cadavers piled up in the corner to our right, only fifty yards from the entrance to the Shatila camp. There were more than twelve bodies of young men whose feet and hands had been tied around each other, and they were still in the throes of death. Everyone of them had received a bullet near his temple that had gone through his brain. On the right side of the necks of some of them there were bright red and black scars. I saw a little girl no more than three years old who had been thrown into the road like a doll someone had thrown away. Her white dress were spattered with mud, blood and dirt and a bullet had blown away the back of her head.

"When the armed men stormed the camp, families had gone to sleep and were in the bedrooms. I saw bodies lying on the floors or piled under chairs. And it appeared that many women had been raped, since their clothes were found strewn on the ground. I saw a mother holding her little boy, both of them with bullets through their heads, naked women whose hands had been bound behind their backs, a baby with a shattered head and floating ..., and they lined them up carefully in a circle, placing the head in the middle. At Sabra and Shatila the prevailing impression is that the killers deliberately aimed to kill children in particular."

After the terrorists had withdrawn, survivors wandered frantically about in search of relatives whose bodies were now somewhere among the piles of cadavers or buried beneath the rubble. Of course, they were still living the nightmare of the massacre they had just been through.

3297 men, women and children (out of a total of 20000 residents in the camps at the beginning of the massacre) were killed within forty hours, between September 16 - 18, 1982. Among the dead bodies, 136 Lebanese were found; 1800 victims were killed in the streets and alleys of the camp, while 1097 were killed in the Gaza Hospital and 400 others in the Akka Hospital.

Commenting on the massacre in the "Israeli" Knesset, Menachem Begin described the Palestinian resistance fighters as "animals that walk on two legs". And after the announcement of the news of the massacre, an officer of the Lebanese Maronite Kata'ib forces maintained, "The swords and rifles of the Christians will stalk the Palestinians wherever they go. And ultimately, we will do away with them."

Another Kata'ibi officer told an American journalist, "We have waited long years to able to storm the camps of West Beirut. The "Isrealis" chose us because we were better than they are at this sort of "house to house" operation." And when the journalist asked him if they had taken prisoners, he replied, "These operations are not the kind in which prisoners are taken."

Radio London reported via one of its correspondents that while the killings were going on, "Israeli" soldiers surrounded the camps with tanks, shooting anything that moved.

The Massacre at Al-Aqsa Mosque (October 8, 1990)

On Monday, October 8, 1990 immediately before the noon prayer, some Jewish extremists, who belong to Zionist extremist organization, tried to hold a prayer service inside the mosque. About 5000 Muslims rushed to prevent them from desecrating the mosque, and clashed with the Zionists led by the terrorist Ghershoun Salmoun, leader of the "Temple Mount Trustees". Only moments after the worshippers arrival, "Israeli" soldiers stationed heavily inside the mosque precincts began firing indiscriminately on Muslim worshippers. The attack led to 21 deaths and wounded 150 others.
The Massacre at the Ibrahami Mosque (February 25, 1994)

Before worshippers had completed the dawn prayer in the Ibrahami Mosque in Al-Khalili (Hebron), a blast of hand grenades exploded and sound of bullet spray filled the mosque. Bullets and splinters from the grenades pierced the heads, necks and backs of the worshippers, wounding more than 350.

The crime began when a terrorist by the name of Baroukh Goldstein, and a group of Jewish settlers from the Kiryat Arba settlement, entered the mosque. Goldstein were carrying his military machine gun and hand grenades along with large amounts of ammunition. He stood behind one of the pillars in the mosque, waited until the worshippers had prostrated, and then opened machine gun fire on them. Meanwhile, others helped him load the ammunition, which included internationally banned explosive leads.

Goldstein carried out the massacre at a time when the Zionist soldiers closed the mosque doors to prevent worshippers from fleeing. They also denied entrance to those coming from outside the mosque precincts to rescue the wounded. Later, others were shot dead by the occupation soldiers outside the mosque, and at the cemetery during the funeral processions of the mosque's martyrs. The massacre led to fifty deaths, twenty-nine of which occured inside the moqsue.

The Massacre at the Tunnel (September 1996)

In September 1996, the "Israeli" government opened up a tunnel parallel to the southern wall of the Aqsa Mosque, a move which Palestinians saw as a dangerous prelude to implement the Zionist plan to destroy the mosque by shaking its foundation. Violent clashes broke out between Palestinian demonstrators and the occupation soldiers in September 25-27, 1996. During that time approximately 62 Palestinians were shot dead and 1500 injured by the "Israeli" soldiers, who used a variety of weapons, including helicopters.

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