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Sunday, 30 June. 2024
 
Your Key to Palestine
The Palestinian Initiatives for The Promotoion of Global Dialogue and Democracy
 
 
 

Gaber chehine was a young Palestinian boy aged 14. He was full of life. Though you could see on his frail body all the signs of deprivation, he always smiled. In a way, you could say he was mischievous. But you had to say it with a lot of affection in the tone of your voice. He would take away your hat, but before you could realize what is going on, the hat would be again on your head, while Gaber would present you a candy. Every one of his mischief started so as to enrage you, but lasted so little, and always ended so nicely, so elegantly, I would say, that you felt like hugging Gaber instead of being angry at him.

Gaber was always prepared to help. He would go to the grocery for an old women, he would baby-sit a young woman's child to free her for some important matter she has to attend. His ear would pick the cry of a child among all distant noises. And that was his field of expertise. Calming a child, replacing their tears with smiles. He would be for them a clown, a storyteller. He would take a child on a ride over his shoulders or on his back.

He would not mind stealing a cookie from a near-by shop to calm down a baby. He would then go back to the shop and offer his services, free of charge, for some minutes which in his estimate cover the price of the cookie.

The tanks and soldier were standing before the main building in the square. Three children were hiding behind a telephone pole adjacent to a tree. They had been throwing stones at the Israeli soldiers. They had not yet been detected. They were in a precarious situation. Gaber, behind an open door, was conversing with them by sign language. He told them to observe the square till he, Gaber would distract the soldiers. The three children would then be able to run for their life.

The sign language had been invented on the spot. But Gaber knew how to make the meanings of his gestures unambiguous. The three children had understood him well.

Gaber put his hands in his pockets and advanced towards the Israeli soldiers and their tanks. He clearly did not intend to throw stones.

He was walking, not running. He seemed sure of himself.

"Stop just here" shouted a soldier. Gaber obeyed but did not seem afraid. "What do you have in your pockets" said one soldier pointing his gun at him. Gaber took out his hands from the pockets while turning the pockets inside out. The pockets were empty.

"Why to you come close to us", asked another soldier.

"I was told" said Gaber "that you Israelis know everything" The soldiers smiled. One of them said in a questioning way:"So?"

"So, said "Gaber, can you tell me where is my mom? I need to speak to her, and I cannot find her. Maybe you can help me." Some soldiers started to laugh. Gaber moved towards a soldier at the other end of the group. All soldiers' eyes were fixed on him. Gaber did it deliberately so that the soldiers would look away from the telephone pole and the tree.

Gaber told him: "You seem smarter than the rest, you surely know were my mom is. The soldiers burst laughing. And just as one soldier commented to the other on the stupidity of the Palestinian children, the soldiers heard the steps of the running three children. The soldiers turned around, aimed their guns at the three, but it was too late. The three had already entered a narrow street.

Gaber than shouted to the soldiers: "I can now find my mum without your help" In their rage, the soldiers pointed their guns at Gaber and killed him. He was singing a defiant tune when he was hit by the balls.

Who is Gabriel Chehine? He is the Palestinian Gavroche. Gavroche is the child described by Victor Hugo in "The miserable" He is mischievous but adorable He has a golden heart, is totally dedicated to his people's revolution. He represents the Parisian spirit against injustice.

Gavroche is celebrated all around the world. The Palestine people have produced thousands of Gavroches. Gaber Chehine was such a Gavroche. It is a coincidence, but the two names Gavroche and Gaber Chehine are quite similar.

Let us make from Gaber Chehine the Palestinian young hero who is not surpassed by the French Gavroche. The French have their Gavroche, and the Palestinians have their "Gaberche". I would accept any other name, more Palestinian sounding. But when we will speak of a Gaberche (or a better name) we will not mean a youth good-for-nothing, aimlessly roaming the streets. We will mean a hero. As great as Gavroche, a stone-thrower for his country, an example to praise. Palestinians have their Gavroches, they deserve to be immortalized by a Palestinian name. Any suggestion?

 
 
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