the diaries of palestine.

Ring The Bells

2004

I’ve always been known for my quiet and peaceful personality, ever since I graduated from high school, I dedicated my life to serving in the church of the holy sepulcher in Jerusalem. I just didn't see the point of pursuing my academic career. I'm not that good at math and science, and I don't see that much of a future for me as a lawyer or a teacher, although I respect these jobs, I didn't feel like they were the right jobs for me, and I wanted to work in a job that suites my personality and at the same time gives me the satisfaction of making a difference.

That is why I volunteered to work and serve in the church. Well maybe at first it was a voluntary job before they started paying us. Anyway, I loved this job, and I was 100% devoted to it. Until one day…

"Are you Mosa Azmy?" 

"Yes, I am," I answered him calmly 

"You are under arrest." The Israeli soldier said it like he was telling me to get dressed for a walk!

"Seriously? For what? I have been working in the church ever since I was a teenager, I barely get out at all! I don't even go home sometimes."

"Don't ask too many questions and just cooperate, or we will drag you out of the church by force." There were many people and tourists in the church. I didn't want to disturb their prayers so I quietly went with him.

They had me arrested for 2 days, I didn’t eat or sleep. All I did was answer the endless amount of questions they kept on asking me. In the end, they let me go saying it was just a misunderstanding, and told me to stay out of trouble. 

Ironically that’s what I was trying to do until they came and dragged me out of the church.

3 months later they arrested me again, and this time they had an accusation against me. Being involved in blowing up a mall owned by the Israeli defense minister.

Seriously? Me of all people!

Deep down I would have liked to take part in it, but I have devoted myself and my life to the church, and that kind of action does not suit my idea of devotion and piece.

My family hired a lawyer with good reputation to defend me, even though everyone knew that no matter what we say or how much evidence we get, they will only do as they please.

It was no surprise for me. All of my family and friends who were in the court were devastated and broke down in tears. while I was composing. 20 years in jail! I'm sure God knows that I was being oppressed. But it's fine I have my faith, and for now, it is all I need.