When I was lost in the eyes of the Palestenian girl, Sabina Vagifgizi (Jafarova)

When I was lost in the eyes of the little Palestinian girl… 
 
 
Everything began in the eyes 
of a 5-6 years old Palestinian girl. 
First I was lost in the beauty of this little girl’s big, black eyes 
that are specific for Arabs. 
Oh my Goodness, does she know how deep her eyes are? 
And the eyes of this little Palestinian girl hold innocence the way 
all children from all nations do 
But they hold grief in them that are not specific for the children of 
other nations. 
 
I had to speak through signs 
I could not find a sign to ask for her name 
And turned to English language 
The little Palestinian girl communicated through her eyes 
And looked with hatred at the wired border which stood several steps away 
These eyes were full of death horror and fear of losing loved ones 
And this way she whispered her name through her eyes 
and then I was lost in the eyes of the little Palestinian girl… 

When I opened my eyes I heard my colleague’s voice 
She was handing cookies to the little Palestinian girl 
I tried not to take my eyes off the girl’s eyes 
Her eyes seemed as if they were thinking 
No, no, I am positive; “Give me a piece of land,” they say. 
“Instead of a piece of bread, give me a piece of my land, 
Let this conflict end…” 
Then these Arabic eyes look down 
Then they turn to her right and look into her dad’s eyes 
now I am lost in the eyes of her father 
The little girl accepts the cookies 
Wraps them up and tries to hold them tight against her heart. 

I want to get a little closer to the eyes of the little Palestinian girl 
she takes a step backwards 
she thinks I am going to take her present away 
and a smile on my face works just fine. 
And again I am lost in the eyes of the little Palestinian girl 
I feel some closeness 
I want to embrace her in my arms 
At this moment her feet hit something. 
Oh my Goodness, no wonder, these are debris of tear-jerking weapons!!! 

Now my eyes want to be filled with water
But no, stop, it is not the right time to cry 
Tears may hinder me from disappearing in the eyes of the little 
Palestinian girl. 
Then painful, fake smile comes to my rescue… 
Here is scorching Sun and I am lost in the eyes of the little Palestinian
girl 
I say goodbye 
her hands get lost in my hands 
again long roads separate us from our loved ones 
And I am lost in the eyes of the little Palestinian girl… 
 
P.S. I received permission from the little girl’s father to post her 
pictures. This is not fiction. I wanted to share with you my mute 
conversation with the little Palestinian girl. Wishing peace and justice 
to all children and humanity…