One Day After Kana The War example essay topic

Kana is a place where Jesus proved to humanity the very art of God in Kana, the art of sacrifice, and the power of giving. Jesus? first miracle of giving happened in Kana and documented in the Holy Bible. It was a spiritual miracle that started with a single fish, some water, and a little slice of bread that fed humanity with forgiveness and peace. The Holy Spirit was in the Kana United Nations Camp on April 19, 1996, among hundreds of pure children, mothers, and the elderly.

Kana resembles a dramatic poem a Lebanese sings every day to demonstrate a massacre that happened in that holy place, the place of miracles, and the castle of the Holy Spirit. South Lebanon experienced Kana massacre as a resemblance of war and sacrifice; where humanity and culture suffer to live a normal day even during war tragic. I was at home in Cadmus, south Lebanon on April 19, 1996, enjoying our new home. It was a nice home we had moved to a couple months before spring 1996, when the war started again.

Hundreds of thousands of people left their homes in the south moving to Beirut, the capital of Lebanon. Israel had announced a war called? The Grapes of Wrath? , grapes of anger against the Lebanese struggle in the south, grapes of terrorism against sacrifice, against freedom, and yet against the Lebanese passion. I was watching the news on our small TV located in that big kitchen for convenience. It was a sunny day, and my brother, sisters, cousins, second cousins; friends and other family members had joined us in Cadmus because it was a safe place to stay in during the war.

Cadmus was named after that Phoenician hero who carried the alphabet to the whole world, and the alphabet of sacrifice was witnessed, where one can see terrifying bombs on TV, thrown around Tyre, the villages of Kana, near the Mediterranean, in the middle of the east and the west, and the very heart of the whole universe. A couple of hours of drive one can reach Jerusalem, the three religions, and a couple of minutes of drive one can reach Kana, where Jesus had started his very first miracle. Through that little TV in the kitchen with my favorite Nescafe, I was watching the news. I gave up playing basketball and swimming in our new swimming pool for a couple of minutes, which was very unusual since I was 16, a crazy teenager. I was interested in watching TV and listening to the terrifying bombs few miles away from our home.

It was amazing how one can enjoy swimming in the pool, playing, and feeling safe in Cadmus during that day in a dangerous wartime that Israel had started in Lebanon. There was a commitment between the Lebanese National Guards and the Israelis that no bombs would be thrown over Cadmus. My dad had decided not to move to Beirut; it got too late to move as Dad had decided, and our home was a safe haven among the fires of war. There was a Lebanese National Guard base in Cadmus that committed not to fire against the Israelis if the Israelis would not fire on Cadmus; a weak commitment, but kept us alive.

Dr. Hell, our family doctor, was called to a hospital located in Tyre because it was very urgent as he told us. A bomb was thrown on the United Nations center (UN) located in Kana. The UN camp in Kana gathered hundreds of peoples who couldn? t make it to Beirut. The UN shelter was a convenience to those southern villagers who didn? t have the money or power to travel and live in Beirut for 16 days.

The shelter gathered mostly old people, teenagers, children, moms, pregnant women, and the powerless population. I tried to listen to the news, the bombs, the terrifying sounds, and the beauty of fear. Fear was excitement and fear at the same time as I had seen it from Cadmus. I had to listen to the news, but I couldn? t because of my eyes.

Those pictures of dead people were on the TV, and my eyes had been taken my brains attention, and my brain had stopped hearing, stopped sensing, and kept watching, only watching. The Lebanese Broadcasting Network, Future TV, the Lebanese National Station, the Lebanese Resistance Station, New TV, and all the international TV networks were showing those pictures of burned and dead people. It was rare in the nineties to see tragic news again, after the long Lebanese war that had ended in 1988. My dad knew by my uncle about kana event. Dad had left his favorite hobby, which was gardening, and ran upstairs to watch the news. We were promised that Cadmus was a safe place, so every body was acting normal regardless what was happening, until the Kana event.

Dad left his favorite garden to the living room, so that he could watch the news. I saw tears on his face, tears that I didn? t have. I couldn? t believe what was happening. My sadness was beyond tears and sadness because Kana massacre was a shocking event. Those Lebanese citizens who died in Kana few miles away from our home were considered as neighbors and beloved ones. Dad used to claim that he was good in politics although I didn? t believe it, since he was only good at business in his work place, and good at gardening after work.?

Dad, are you ok?? I asked. He replied with a smile all of a sudden; he claimed that he was ok.? I don? t understand it dad? , I replied. He said that the event in Kana would end the war; ? how is that dad, and they just killed more than hundred innocent people located in the UN camp, the symbol of peace??

Two bombs were precisely fired on two camps packed with innocent people. Dad said that they had to do a tragic massacre because the Lebanese resistance had not stopped trying to free the southern villages despite of all the bombing on the Lebanese villages. He argued that a tragic event would stop the war because it might get the attention of our Lebanese government. The war would stop through politics, so that way nobody would claim victory. I was a rude teenager at that time, so I told my dad that he knew nothing about politics.

I told him that it was a cowardly drastic event that would create more wars. The most ironic was that we didn? t throw any single bomb on them, since the resistance was to free the Lebanese villages inside Lebanon only. I was smart enough to understand that Kana massacre wasn? t a military or technical mistake. Those bombs were precise, and the real battle was miles away from the UN camp. My very unlucky aunt who left the United States and got stuck among fires in Cadmus watched the news with us.? It was drastic, barbaric, and terrifying? my aunt said.

She felt as if she were in the eighties again when the Israelis attacked and invaded Lebanon. One hour after Kana, a supersonic sound bomb was thrown in the skies of Cadmus. It wasn? t a real bomb, but the sound was terrifying. The Israelis didn? t actually break the promise in Cadmus because they didn? t want to open fire against the National Guard base located there. The sound of that bomb was strong enough to break two windows in the guest room, and damage the entry door to our house. After the sound bomb had been launched, my unlucky aunt carried her two daughters, Lina and Diana, and jumped to the door trying to open it and escape, but she couldn? t because our new door got stuck.

She was in panic, and I was terrified. I knew those kinds of bombs since my mom and I had experienced couple of them in the past. I remembered when my mom was pregnant and weak during the end of the Lebanese war in 1989, but she got all the strength to carry my little heavy brother and run downstairs faster than me when scary sound bomb was thrown against Tyre, Lebanon. I told my aunt to calm down, and I offered water. I told her it was a fake bomb in order to terrify us and cause psychological complications.? Every thing was ok few days ago? , she said.

I replied wisely to my aunt telling her that every thing was ok for years, but they just got tired of keeping us in peace. One day after Kana the war ended. The rapes of anger and terrorism finally had an end. My dad was surprisingly right about politics. We watched the Lebanese president on the news leaving Lebanon with tears. The president had left to New York for a meeting with the United Nations Representatives.

Lebanon announced a claim against Israel and we won as I remember. We won peace at least, but we lost a lot of people who died. I didn? t really care that much being a teenager interested in girls, basketball, the beach, and lots of fun. I knew that I would forget everything few days after. My high school math teacher called to let me know that the final exams were not canceled.

It was a nightmare, worse than all wars, because I had to study again. Mr. Kamal, my best friend, my math teacher, said that our school had decided to proceed as normal in order to live the normal life again.? What a nice decision, forget about being resistive and strong? that was my reply, and I was mad. School started early on Monday, April 20th. At 7: 30 am I was in school again. I was very excited to meet with my classmates in order to discuss war.

The bus trip was normal, and the school seemed to be fine. It was a warm nice morning. When I approached my class, I saw my classmates wearing in black all the sudden! I didn? t get it, so I kept trying to smile and joke as usual. Their first reply to my jokes was a question about how bad the news were.

Another question followed; it was about those names of peoples who got killed in Kana. I stopped joking immediately, and started to ask questions my self.? What happened? I watched the news for sure, did I miss something?? I asked. It appeared that I missed reading those names of peoples who got killed in kana, and my friend Ali was among those.

Ali and I were the best in math and physics. We were competitors to get the most attention of our teachers. We visited Ali's parents in his small village during that day on Monday. It was another nightmare after the war. Every body cried when we saw Ali's mom and dad crying, but I didn? t cry. Ali's parents lost Ali and his little 13-year-old brother Mahmoud in Kana.

I was the only one crying during the second visit after one year, when I finally believed what had happened a year ago. Wars are tragic, and they will continue to happen as history shows. Kana was a symbol of God's sacrifice through the pure souls of its women and children. Wars have to be hated by all humans.

Wars make us lose friends, family members, joy, peace, life, passion, love, and homes. Jesus was there in Kana; he stayed in Kana among the hearts of many pure children in order to pay for many human mistakes. Kana was another witness where the Lebanese suffered and the days after Kana massacre show how humans tend to love life and carry on with a normal living day even after tragic wars.