Suicide Bombers
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By Gabriela Jacobo
Lately,
I've been following what's happening in the Middle East a lot. I've
always heard about male suicide bombers and that hasn't shocked
me. But when I started reading the stories of suicide bombers who
are girls close to my age, I was surprised. I tried to imagine what
they were thinking
I know it's strange, but in some ways, it's not hard for me to
relate to the Palestinian female suicide bombers. I will never understand
why they destroyed others, but I do know what it feels like to want
to destroy yourself. Maybe they felt a little like I do, as a Latin
American female.
I have grown up feeling almost like I am not a real person, feeling
ignored. In that way, I think my life is similar to the lives of
the Palestinian women. They live in a culture that almost makes
them invisible, and when you feel like people can't see you, it's
hard to feel like you are even alive. Being a part of a suicide
bombing makes the bomber a martyr, and lets them be included in
something bigger than themselves. In death they become visible,
they become what they weren't in life.
When I was a child I was afraid of death, but I understand that
in some ways dying can be easy. If life feels unbearably hard, death
can seem like the simplest way out. But there is a huge difference
between feeling powerless and wanting to die and actually
strapping explosives to your body and killing others.
I will never understand why someone would cross that line.
But then
I have alternatives
where others may not.
With a Perspective, I'm Gabby Jacobo.
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