continua
contra sus verdugos.
Es un eterno combate en las catacumbas
que el veneno de los medios burgueses
de incomunicación tratan de ocultar
para suprimir sus hazañas e infinitos sacrificios,
para que ello no pueda estimular
y encender nuevos y efectivos caminos:
hay que 'eunucar' a la población
con otros 'ejemplos' mas 'corporativos'
y placenteros que acobarde
y paralice la rebelión.
Es la guerra.
Estamos en guerra.
Y en ésta guerra hay superhombres,
titanes que tienen que ser diabolizados,
o, mejor, asesinados,
a cualquier costo,
caíga quíen caíga,
familia, esposas,
madres, hijos, hijas;
o ser desaparecidos del mapa
de la información y del conocimiento
para que sus ejemplos
no cundan entre los demás,
que es a lo que le tienen mas miedo:
a que se extienda la lucha
por la justicia y la dignidad,
porque sólo éstos dos vectores sagrados
del paralelogramo de fuerzas
que tratan de reventar,
a la velocidad de la luz pueden superar:
porque se transmiten instantanemente
en cualquier dirección y hacia cualquier lugar,
y el comandante Muhammad Deif,
es parte del holograma de ese rayo de luz
que tratan de decapitar.
Ya han decapitado a su mujer
y su hijo pequeño,
y a miles mas hasta que obtengan
la Solución Final,
pero estan equivocados
con el pueblo palestino, porque áun,
después de ocho décadas,
cuando los primeros invasores europeos
a Palestina comenzaron a llegar,
su heroísmo perínclito sigue intacto
e imposible de aplastar.
El pueblo palestino representa en la actualidad
un "sui generis" y excepcional caso de resistencia,
de perserverancia y de irreductible voluntad
de lucha contra los invasores de su tierra,
de su historia, de su casa ancestral,
que, en los tiempos históricos,
no es fácil de encontrar.
¿Dónde se va a encontrar en el mundo,
en el siglo XXI de los "derechos humanos",
un pueblo por cientos de kilómetros,
enmurado,
entabicado,
encarcelado,
enterrado vivo,
en su propio hogar?
Comandante Deif:
Hemos sabido
que vivíis debajo tierra,
en las galerías que habeís tenido
que labrar para escarbar en la lucha
por vuestra Dignidad.
Ya sois todos Mineros de Estrellas
para encontrar las gemas en la tierra
que en el cielo estan.
Lo mismo que en aquella
otra Gaza de Vietnam
cuándo los mismos
que ahora os destrozan
masacraban allí a otro pueblo
que resistió y venció al final.
Vosotros seréis otro Vietnam,
otros Mineros de Estrellas
que hay que bajarlas
a la tierra para alumbrar...
Thousands mourn slain wife,
baby of Hamas commander
Published yesterday (updated)
20/08/2014 19:37
Relatives of 27-year-old Widad Deif, the wife of Hamas commander
Muhammad Deif, carry her body during her funeral procession at the
Jabaliya refugee camp in the northern Gaza Strip on Aug. 20, 2014
(AFP Roberto Schmidt)
Muhammad Deif, carry her body during her funeral procession at the
Jabaliya refugee camp in the northern Gaza Strip on Aug. 20, 2014
(AFP Roberto Schmidt)
JABALIYA (AFP) -- Several thousand mourners on Wednesday joined the funeral procession for the wife and baby son of Hamas's military commander Muhammad Deif, angrily demanding revenge against Israel.
Firing Kalashnikovs into the air, they carried the bodies of 27-year-old Widad and her seven-month-old son Ali, who were among at least four people killed in a deadly air strike on Gaza City late on Tuesday.
The two bodies were wrapped in green Hamas flags as they were carried from the mosque to the cemetery in Jabaliya refugee camp. Mourners also carried the flag-wrapped bodies of two men killed in an air strike Wednesday on a motorcycle, both presumed Hamas militants.
"Revenge, revenge, revenge," shouted the crowd as they walked towards the cemetery waving Hamas flags and denouncing the killing of the second wife and infant son of Deif, head of the Ezzedine al-Qassam Brigades.
"We were shocked when we heard that Muhammad Deif's wife had been killed. We ask Ezzedine al-Qassam Brigades to avenge this killing, this massacre," said a 22-year-old mourner who gave his name as Mohammed.
"I'm like all the other people in the Gaza Strip. I am no different from the others who have lost children. This is like a tsunami," said Widad's angry father, Mustafa Harb Asfura, 56.
When his university-educated daughter married Deif seven years ago, her father feared it was a death sentence.
"My daughter knew she would die a martyr when she decided to marry Mohammed Deif. Every moment since then I've been expecting to hear that she has died," he said.
Grief-stricken, Asfura carried his tiny grandson from the family's small home in Jabaliya for prayers at the mosque, his body wrapped in a white sheet exposing his white face with bruising around the eyes.
Male relatives carried Widad's body, wrapped in a green Hamas flag and white sheet, on their shoulders.
Asfura said he had only seen his son-in-law once, when the couple married.
After that, he didn't even know where his daughter was living, such is the secrecy that surrounds Deif in his determination to avoid detection by Israel.
Widad and Deif had two daughters and a son together. She also had two sons from a first marriage, the family said.
It was not clear where the couple's two girls were when the strike happened.
Hundreds of people crowded into the mosque for the funeral prayers but there was no sign of any Hamas officials.
Addressing the mourners, a young man passed on the condolences of the Qassam Brigades and prayers were read for two other men, who died earlier on Wednesday when a rocket hit their motorcycle in the northern town of Beit Lahiya.
A small group of women also entered the mosque to attend the prayers. Wearing black abayas, they stayed in a separate room, sobbing in grief.
Firing Kalashnikovs into the air, they carried the bodies of 27-year-old Widad and her seven-month-old son Ali, who were among at least four people killed in a deadly air strike on Gaza City late on Tuesday.
The two bodies were wrapped in green Hamas flags as they were carried from the mosque to the cemetery in Jabaliya refugee camp. Mourners also carried the flag-wrapped bodies of two men killed in an air strike Wednesday on a motorcycle, both presumed Hamas militants.
"Revenge, revenge, revenge," shouted the crowd as they walked towards the cemetery waving Hamas flags and denouncing the killing of the second wife and infant son of Deif, head of the Ezzedine al-Qassam Brigades.
"We were shocked when we heard that Muhammad Deif's wife had been killed. We ask Ezzedine al-Qassam Brigades to avenge this killing, this massacre," said a 22-year-old mourner who gave his name as Mohammed.
"I'm like all the other people in the Gaza Strip. I am no different from the others who have lost children. This is like a tsunami," said Widad's angry father, Mustafa Harb Asfura, 56.
When his university-educated daughter married Deif seven years ago, her father feared it was a death sentence.
"My daughter knew she would die a martyr when she decided to marry Mohammed Deif. Every moment since then I've been expecting to hear that she has died," he said.
Grief-stricken, Asfura carried his tiny grandson from the family's small home in Jabaliya for prayers at the mosque, his body wrapped in a white sheet exposing his white face with bruising around the eyes.
Male relatives carried Widad's body, wrapped in a green Hamas flag and white sheet, on their shoulders.
Asfura said he had only seen his son-in-law once, when the couple married.
After that, he didn't even know where his daughter was living, such is the secrecy that surrounds Deif in his determination to avoid detection by Israel.
Widad and Deif had two daughters and a son together. She also had two sons from a first marriage, the family said.
It was not clear where the couple's two girls were when the strike happened.
Hundreds of people crowded into the mosque for the funeral prayers but there was no sign of any Hamas officials.
Addressing the mourners, a young man passed on the condolences of the Qassam Brigades and prayers were read for two other men, who died earlier on Wednesday when a rocket hit their motorcycle in the northern town of Beit Lahiya.
A small group of women also entered the mosque to attend the prayers. Wearing black abayas, they stayed in a separate room, sobbing in grief.
