May Hashem grant us peace from days of evil.
Meanwhile, Carl reports what's happening back in the terror-tories:
... you thought that it was only Israel that made 'gestures' in connection with the 'direct talks' and the 'peace process.' The 'Palestinian Authority' has made a gesture in connection with the peace process. Unfortunately, that gesture is somewhere worse than sticking out a middle finger.
The 'Palestinian Authority' has honored Um Yousuf Abu Hamid (pictured) with its Mother of the Year award (okay, I made up that title - they call it the Shield of Resoluteness and Giving) for having four sons in Israeli prisons at the same time for murdering Israelis....
The four sons are serving life sentences for the following crimes:
Nasser Abu Hamid - 7 life sentences + 50 years - commander in Fatah's military wing the Al-Aqsa Martyrs' Brigades in Ramallah. Convicted of killing seven Israeli civilians and 12 attempted murders.
Nasr Abu Hamid - 5 life sentences - Member of terror faction of Fatah, Tanzim, and convicted of involvement in two terror attacks and arms dealing.
Sharif Abu Hamid- 4 life sentences - a member in one of the brothers' units carrying out terror attacks against civilians and soldiers. Accompanied a suicide bomber to his attack in March 2002.
Muhammad Abu Hamid - 2 life sentences + 30 years - involvement in terror attacks.Minister Karake also chose this week to visit the home of the suicide terrorist Ayyat Al-Akhras who in 2002 entered a Jerusalem supermarket and detonated a bomb murdering two Israelis and killing herself....
I remember that bombing, at the "Super Sol" in Jerusalem. And the way it was treated by dhimmedia. They were fascinated by this Arab teenager who grew up to become a human bomb. For those who kept track of such things, she was quite noteworthy as the third "palestinian" female suicide terrorist.
I want you to get a whiff of the coverage. For example, this from the Independent (UK):
As if in defiance of Israel's declaration of war on terror, a schoolgirl suicide bomber killed herself and two Israelis in a suburban Jerusalem supermarket yesterday. Another 22 Israelis were wounded.
Family members identified the bomber as Ayat Akhras, 16, from Deheisheh refugee camp near Bethlehem, who was engaged to be married. Like two Palestinian men who killed themselves on the way to the nearby Malcha shopping mall on Wednesday, she was a member of the al-Aqsa Martyrs Brigade, a militia affiliated to Yasser Arafat's Fatah movement.
In a prerecorded video broadcast last night on Arab television, Ayat Akhras said she was sacrificing herself for the al-Aqsa mosque, the third most sacred in Islam, and for Palestine. Wearing an Arafat-style kefiyeh, she said: "Now even women are martyring themselves for the Palestinian cause. Where are the Arab leaders?"
She left a mother, father, four brothers and two sisters. One brother, Lutfi, was shot in the head during the first intifada in the late 1970s, and has remained paralysed in the right arm and leg ever since.
The bomber left for a Bethlehem high school as usual yesterday morning, but never returned. Her mother collapsed on hearing of her death, but thousands of residents marched through the refugee camp chanting her name, firing shots in the air and scattering sweets.
Her father, Mohammed, who worked as a carpenter in Israel, said he was proud of her....
It was common practice in those days for the English-speaking media tools of the Islamofascists to fawn over these sub-human murderers, to not only name them, but to visit their homes and name and describe all their relatives and their relatives' reactions. The flip side of that coin was dhimmedia's refusal to print even just the names of the Jewish lives that were extinguished. I argued endlessly with folks at the New York Times over this point - to no avail of course - in the months before and just as I started blogging.
... to the public editor at the New York Times, Daniel Okrent:
"While it is deemed newsworthy that "After the bombing, [the terrorist's] husband was seen crying outside the family home," there is no mention made whatsoever of even just the names of those who were murdered . . ."
Six weeks after my original letter, I received his reply:
"I'm sorry for the delay in this response. The normal press of work; the transition between the old foreign editor and the new one . . . and the complex nature of your charges all conspired against a speedy reply. I also have to acknowledge that your comment after the initial delay did not induce me to want to respond quickly . . . .It did not seem like the beginning of a fruitful conversation.
"Do I disagree with your charges? Not necessarily - although your expectation of seeing the names of every one of the Israelis killed seems neither realistic nor fair; I know of no American newspaper that would do this. But neither do I accept your other charges, as cherry-picking a single article does not, to me, make a trend . . .
"Nonetheless, I've put your comments in a file for the piece I will eventually write about the accusations of anti-Israeli bias. And when I write it, I hope you will give me the benefit of the doubt that you ask me to give you, despite your clear belief in your rectitude."
I immediately [wrote]: "Dear Mr. Okrent,
". . . .Many of us who complain about this have been doing so for a long time, with little response, and that seldom "fruitful." We do not do this for a job, we do this in spite of jobs and other commitments; we do this out of love. . .
"The Times has on more than one occasion published articles that told not only the name of a suicide bomber, but their age, where they were from, what organizations they were affiliated with, how many children they had, what they did for a living and what their family had to say .... [Do] suicide bombers get more attention because they become news only one at a time, whereas their victims become so in scores, too unwieldy to mention?
". . . .As for "cherry-picking a single article," I find this comment very amusing. When I complain about a trend, I am told that I must be more specific. When I am more specific, I am told a single article does not make a trend.
". . . .If I weren't certain of the validity of my claim, why would I write to you??"
To this last bit, he responded, "Extremely good point. But if you are, as you say, certain of your rectitude, I don't see any point in my continuing to reply."
And so, by default, I got to have the last word:
"Israeli victims of terror [were] referred to by name and age in an American newspaper. It was in the New York Times, August 12, 2002, in an article headlined "Arafat Calls U.S. Meeting Very Positive." Given that there is this precedent in your own paper, I would suggest that, to be fair, the Times must either name the killers and their victims, or omit the names of both."
And so I remember this pigua, this particular terrorist attack at a supermarket on Erev Shabbes, just before the Pesach holiday, in spring of 2002 when Jews were being murdered seemingly every other day.
.... I had known there was violence in the Middle East, but it was so seemingly constant and confusing that I had paid scant attention to the particulars. That night, however was different from all other nights; my veil of ignorance was blown away. Suddenly, there was no separation between my family and those who grieved that Pesach. I began to hunger for comprehension of what was happening to us, to know who on earth brought us such ungodly harm, and why the world was allowing it.
A close friend and I started a newsletter to be handed out in our synagogues. The first issue was "Jenin was a Battle, Not a Massacre"; the second quoted A.M. Rosenthal: "Jews, listen and you will hear the sound of breaking glass." We never made it to a third issue - the process was just too slow. Who could wait a week for the news when it was coming in so fast and furious? The day after Netanya, a shooting attack; three days later, a suicide bombing in Haifa, then another at Yagor and another in Jerusalem. On Shabbos, Palestinian terrorists shot 5-year-old Danielle Shefi in the head in her home in Adora.
And I remember Rachel Levy HY"D. She got more attention in the press than most of our brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts and grandparents who were being murdered, seemingly every other day in the spring of 2002. In Rachel, the media found a great "angle" on a repetitious story of Jewish death and slaughter: She was about the same age as the bomb that took her life.
Being - so far - a survivor of the Neverending War on Jews, I determined years ago that I would remember Rachel.
On Friday afternoon, Rachel's mother, Avigail, asked her to go to the supermarket to buy some things for the Shabbat meals. A 16-year-old female Palestinian suicide bomber, wearing a belt of explosives around her waist, walked into the supermarket in Jerusalem's Kiryat Hayovel neighborhood Friday afternoon and blew herself up. Haim Smadar, the security guard, prevented the bomber from going deep inside the store. Rachel Levy, who was near the entrance, was killed; 28 people were injured.
Rachel Levy was a senior at the Sieff High School. Fellow pupils from her photography class at school said that she was an excellent pupil... "She was a charming girl, always smiling and pleasant. simply a wonderful person," said a relative. "She loved books, music, and sports," said her mother.
Rachel's cousin, Rafi Levy, was killed in a terrorist shooting attack at a roadblock near Ofra a month [earlier].
Rachel Levy was buried in Jerusalem. She is survived by her parents, Amos and Avigail, and her two brothers: Guy, 23, and Kobi, 7
I am determined, too, that we should all remember Haim Smadar HY"D. He is a Jewish hero and his memory deserves to be honored. This was a man about whom our children should be learning, that his name not be erased.
Smadar, a native of Tunis who had immigrated to Israel as a child was a father of 6 children, two of whom are deaf. His regular job was as a guard at a school for autistic children. He only took the temporary security job at the market to make some extra money for the upcoming Passover holiday while school was closed.
On that Friday afternoon, around 1:50 PM, teenage female Palestinian suicide bomber Ayat Akhras, walked up to the supermarket entrance. Smadar, who spoke Arabic, caught suspicion after two Arabic women who usually sold vegetables outside the shop entrance had been told by Akhras to leave. Smadar then prevented Akhras from going past the entrance of the market, saying to her “You will not enter the market. You and I will blow up here.” Akhras then detonated the bomb.
.... His widow remembered him saying [to her]: "Shoshana, if a suicide bomber ever comes close to my school, he will not get past me. With my own body I would stop him."
Haim Smadar was buried in Jerusalem. He is survived by his wife Shoshana and their five children, as well as Alon, his son by his first marriage.
When our enemies - these pigs, the so-called palestinians, Muslims or Islamofascists - are not murdering our children, they are making orphans of the ones who live. Their thirst for our blood is ancient and never satiated.
If I were Bibi, I would give them nothing.
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