The first time I remember hearing of Ariel Sharon was in 2000. That year was the start of the second Intifada. I was in second grade at the time, and in my mind, Sharon was associated with entering the grounds of Al-Aqsa mosque and the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem, holy cites for Muslims and Palestinians. I used to tell a friend of mine named India that that was the reason Palestine was under war. That was before I understood that the “war” had started fifty-two years before 2000.
I was staring at a math problem when I heard that Ariel Sharon, former Israeli Prime Minister, fell out of an eight-year long coma into the hands of the angel of death.
“Didn’t he die, like, years ago?” One of my siblings asked.
He was in a coma for eight years. He might as well have been dead, I thought.
I placed the cap on the marker that I was scribbling mathematical problems with and went online to see what the virtual world had to say about this piece of information. Facebook statuses, or “noise-makers”, as I like to call them, ranged from states of frenzy and ‘good riddance’ to long posts stating the fact that he’s dead and won’t be tried for the crimes he committed when he was on his feet. Yet, there were people praying that he gets tried in a greater trial by a greater power in the afterlife that no one can imagine.
The more I scrolled down and clicked various links online, the more I realized that even his death is infuriating to many. Sharon escaped what many, if not all, Palestinians whom he wronged wanted him to fall into, which is a trial in the ICC. Sharon’s small, dark eyes and smile of mockery in photographs that filled different websites tell that he won’t be going through such a trial. Instead, he will be buried in “peace”, the peace many people living long for. He will be buried on a land that he illegally occupied, while martys whom have been dead for years remain unburied.