My Moment of Selfish Gratitude
When I turned the page to the article "The Village of Qus" (page 12), the pain started to mingle with the warmth of the moment and my pride in this magazine. I read on...read horriffic events...inhumane...suffering...pain....pain...pain..
The local director of intelligence of Qus became angry with the Bishop...he told Bishop Wissa 'As for the torture of Christians in Qus, you have seen nothing yet. There is plenty more to come'
He saw how the son and daughter of Buktor had been tortured. They (the police) had tortured the girl with electrical wires
Five charges of terrorism were filed against His Grace Bishop Wissa
They found twenty victims. Eight were killed out in the farms, and twelve in the residential area
A young Christian boy was also shot to death on the spot while riding his bicycle
Another person was so totally burned away that only o ne bone remained
Witnesses who had seen the actual shootings, their testemonies were denied. Forensic evidence was changed
Twenty one Christians were killed and nobody was held accountable
(Excerpts from The Independant Copt pages 12-17)
Just then, something amusing happened on the TV and my Angel jumped up and started giggling...innocent eyes filled with laughter.
I don't know why, but I started to imagine raising her in Egypt...
I tried to imagine having to tell her that she has no rights in her own home
I tried to imagine having to hide her in the house and hope and pray that the door won't break down any minute...while our neighbours pillaged our stores and terrorised us
I tried to imagine her beautiful eyes looking at blood soaked streets and wondering what it all meant
I tried to imagine having to tell her, her father won't be coming back home from the field because someone...probably one of our neighbors...shot him in cold blood
I tried to imagine telling her never to expect justice
I tried to imagine telling her that she doesn't count...because of her faith...she doesn't count
I tried to imagine she was riding her bicycle..... and I couldn't even imagine that!
Through my tears I found myself selfishly thanking the Lord I don't have to tell her any of it...Then I shed more tears for the mothers that do!