Waking up to a tragedy, the coldblooded murder of the Al Jazeera senior journalist Shireen Abu Aqleh. Wearing a press helmet and vest, Shireen was shot dead by Israeli aggressors during her coverage of the Israeli antagonism in the West Bank, Palestine.
The killing of civilians, innocent people, and workers, is horrific to the core. The killing of journalists, photographers, and war reporters, is as ghastly as terrorist acts and the terror of unjust wars can get. A war journalist, someone who was not put in a warzone, or someone who did not find their lands under attack, yet they willingly chose to place themselves in warzones so they can cover reality and spread the word on crimes, to be shot dead is to kill humanity.
Shireen, wearing her helmet and vest, dedicated the past 15 years of her life and career to covering the Israeli aggression against Palestinians. Standing before the eyes of the devil, with her hair down and her lipstick applied perfectly, the journalist covered an Israeli raid on the Jenin refugee camp seconds before being hit by gunfire.
For the peace of your soul Shireen, we stand proud, in silence and despair, and we pray that you rest in power.
We pray that your voice remains loud and conscious, despite the silence left behind. We pray that the afterlife does you better, that your words never quiet, and that your resilience screams in ebony abysses. We pray that your death speaks louder than your life, that you poke the eye of the bear that is the international consciousness, the human rights never spoken of when affiliated to Palestine.
To Shireen, the woman, the journalist, and the icon. We take off our hats in celebration of your fight against occupation. Your message and career drive us to move forward with fighting for justice and assuring that reality never goes uncovered.
How courageous was she, I stand in awe. Studying journalism, I looked up to women fighters like her, dreaming of becoming as brave and strong. She paves the way to freedom of speech by showing the picture as is and freedom of land by fighting the illegal settlements with her media presence.
To women, and many more brave ones down, hoping to be one of them, until freedom and justice conquer our beloved Palestine.
“Only the dead are safe; only the dead have seen the end of war. The church has a poetical and melancholy prayer, that the souls of the faithful departed may rest in peace. But perhaps we may gloss the old superstition, and read into it the rational aspiration that all souls in other spheres, or in the world to come upon earth, might learn to live at peace with God and with things.”
George Santayana, Soliloquies in England and Later Soliloquies (1922)