A note to Muhammad Nasser Tarayrah

Muhammad, in case you don’t know it, you are dead; you have ceased to exist. In a matter or of days your name will no longer appear in the population register, nor will it be part of the list in the residents of your village. You’re off the school register as well, and as for any of the sports teams, forget it! You will be on your own under a mound of dry earth in some local cemetery forgotten and never forgiven for what you did.

You disobeyed God’s instruction to enjoy the life he gave you. You also disobeyed God’s commandment “thou shall not kill”. For these two sins you will not go to heaven and you will not meet any of the friends and heroes you mistakenly admired. You will lie under the sand, gone too early, before you had a chance to do anything useful in your life, or to leave a few good memories with your family who loved you.

Contrary to what the PLO big shots are proclaiming, you will not be regarded as a hero by your own people – killing a 13 year old girl while she is asleep is not a heroic deed, it is the deed of a weak, spineless coward. What, were you scared she may wake up and shout at you? For some strange reason you wanted to die. Why, Muhammad? Your parents were giving you a hard time? You wanted to impress your classmates? You were failing your grades? So instead of doing what was necessary to fix the situation, you chose the coward’s way out.

It says in a newspaper article that you had a death wish. How come? Had you been dead before and came back to tell us how great it was? I don’t think so… What a great pity you cannot now undergo a return to life and let us all know what death is like. But now you know, don’t you. Is death up to expectations? Are you getting enough to eat? Is it dreamy and beautiful? Hey, how’s the food? How are the girls, um…, what was your name again?

About the Author
Leon Moss grew up in South Africa and has lived in Israel for 35 years; He is a construction estimator by profession, and has been a freelance writer for the past 10 years, writing odd stories, articles and web content. Leon paints and works hard at being retired. He and his wife live in a retirement home in central Israel.