Hate Thy Neighbor (A Palestinian's fight against the world)

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I married Hayah in a small ceremony. And we remained in US until Brad and Silvia were well. It took 6 months for them to totally recover and it was a difficult time for everyone. Hayah looked after both of them with a complain.

I handed over the shares of my father's company to Stuart and Robert. They agreed they would do everything in their power to make sure the company will be closed and no settlement ever will be made by the company. And they stuck to their promise.

A part of me always wondered in all these chaos why my parents never did anything. I often wonder why they didn't even call me. It kept troubling me for a long time.

So I called my parents to speak to them for one last time and say goodbye.

"Mother"

"Who is this?" She asked me. Typical of her. She couldn't tell it was her only child shows the affection and bond we have.

"It's me, Brad. How are you?"

"You parasite. How dare you call me? We lost the company thanks to you and have to economize everything. I swear I can feel your hands behind Hanson and Abraham's death. Why did you call? To laugh at us? To torment us?" She kept on talking.

"No mother. I called to say goodbye. I had to hear your voice one last time. I know you never cared for me or loved me. But part of me couldn't leave without speaking to you" I told her to a silent end. I knew she didn't hang up.

"I married Hayah. She is nothing like you mother. Maybe that's why I love her. When our son Musa was killed by Hanson  with the blessing of father, she came here to destroy everyone who was involved in killing our son. I never could imagine such love from a mother because I never got that from you" I continued.

"Stop" she said angrily.

"No point telling all these to you mother. But remember if you need me or want anything from me, all you have to do is ask. Sadly you are the only mother I have and I will not let you down. Goodbye. Stay well and take care" I felt my chest tightening. I have never had a good relationship with her and probably never will. But a part of me loved her though she was incapable of showing any emotions to me. A part of me hoped she would at least show some emotions before I leave this place , never to come back.

"Wait. Where are you going?" She asked me, a little startled.

"Where my son is put to rest mother. It's the only place I would ever call home"

"Will you come back?" She asked me this time very calm. A tiny ray of hope built in my heart. Maybe she does love me a little after all.

"I got nothing here to come back" as strong as I would like to believe me I am, my heart squeezed when I said it.

"Dad still with AIPAC and the Zionist club. So we will be coming to Israel often. Maybe you can come and see me?" She said. I don't know if she meant what she said.

"Yes mother. I will come and see you. Take care. God bless you" and she hung up.

Now the most difficult call I need to make - my dad. I wouldn't be calling him but Hayah insisted we speak before we leave. So I did.

"Father"

"How dare you call me? You destroyed us. I will kill you myself for the harm you have caused all of us" he shouted at me.

"You knew about my son and you were a part of his death. If you were not my father,by now you would be rotting in hell with your buddies. But unlike you, who could kill his own blood, I can't. I love my son whom I never met more than you ever loved me" I told him.