I have created a portal gun. It took me all
my time and I poured all my efforts into making this; which could stand as an
explanation for my falling grades. I found
a manual of portal gun making 101 in the world wide web, which
constitutes of a rather complicated list of materials and procedures, but man,
I did it. First of all, do you have any idea what a portal gun is? It's a gun
that makes portal, get it? You shoot once at a wall and shoot again at another
surface, and a portal is created which connects both places. Man, this is difficult.
The manual suggested a few
ramifications and improvements that allow the creation of portals using electromagnetic waves, which means one
can create a portal here and shoot another far across the seas. There, you can
travel thousands of miles in a second. The problem was to project the wave of
the right intensity to produce a portal at the intended place. A microscopic
error causes the portal to be displaced hundreds of miles away. I displaced the
projected portal in the depth of Carribean seas once, resulting in a fish rain
in Mantin. Nevertheless, the portal gun
was a success. After hundreds of tries ,during a skipped maths lesson, I managed
to create a portal to a place which the gun was built for. I created a portal
to Khan Younus, Gaza.
I went into the portal in my
bedroom cupboard and entered a very small
house . It was nothing like Narnia. I saw a chair and a sickly thin kid, before
someone hit my head with a bowl, and my whole world went black.
I woke up and found myself tied
to a chair . My head hurt like hell. There was a young man standing infront of
me, clutching his hands together. He
looked way younger than I was, but his complexion was more like an old man.
Pain-stricken and tired.
"Who are you?" , he
asked in Arabic , with a slight Palestinian accent.
I managed to explain myself and about
the portals, as he happened to be a student at the University of Palestine, and
he understood English well.
" I am nothing but a friend. I
want to help, however possible".
His name was Hassan. He lived in that
small house with a younger brother and a very sick mother. There were scars all
over his arms and burns upon his chest. His face was burdened with sorrow and
pain, but it glowed with warmness and solace.
" How do you wish to
help?",he said. " You are just one man. Even with that strange
machine of yours, there is no way you can help. I know that this thing can
transport soldiers and support troops from everywhere else, but they had decided
not to come for the past fifty years. Why would they come now? Hear now my
friend, their fighter jets are raining us with bombs, and you people who fear
death more than anything, can do nothing if you really come, but to die in
masses"
" Haven't you ever wonder, how
we managed to sustain ourselves after such a long time? We should have went
extinct years ago after barrages of chemical bombs and air strikes. It is not
the brute strength of men that kept us alive, my friend . You people can't even
stop bickering about fast food restaurants while we are dying here, and you
wish to help?
People out there are still
being indecisive about our situation here, even after so many died. They came
to this land and smeared Al-Aqsa with their filth. They came with guns and
tanks, while we only had self-made rockets and rifles. They took our homes and
killed our brothers. And some of you are still making decisions! Have they
forgotten Shabra and Shatila? Aren't there enough deaths already? We pledged to
the world with our bloodied hands and broken limbs, and the world ignored us.
We tried to retaliate, and they named us the militants. When was it wrong for
one to defend his religion and his nation? Indeed , Allah is our only help and
our only support.
Go home, my friend. There is
nothing you can do. It is too dangerous here. I knew that deep in your heart,
your only wish is to help, but you will only die in vain. I look at your face
and I knew it.
When was the last time
you and your friends prayed Subuh together? You have no chance against these
animals, if such is the case. When was
the last time you recite the Quran, my friend, if you really want to fight with
us?"
I went back without being able to
say even a word. I am weak, helpless and insignificant. This fat lump of meat
can do nothing there but die. I returned and swore to come again.
" I can help. I can bring some
bread and meds, if you want to, Hassan"
