Abdelrahman Obeidallah, or Abed, as most called him, was shot dead by Israeli forces in Bethlehem on Monday just minutes after his school was let out. He was 13 years old.Abed was wearing his school uniform, a light blue collared shirt and black khaki pants, holding his backpack with a group other students when Israeli forces shot him in his chest, killing him almost instantly.
While the Israeli army has yet to release an official statement to Maâ€™an, Israeli media has reported that officials have said forces were aiming for Abedâ€™s legs, but the bullet hit the ground and ricocheted into his chest.
Days before his death Abed and his father, along with dozens of other boys from Aida refugee camp where he lived, were undertaking a clean-up project for the campâ€™s community soccer field.
Fadir Obeidallah, Abedâ€™s uncle, told Maâ€™an that Abed and his friends were gathering in preparation for a soccer game at that field when he was killed.
â€śAbed was a kid with a white heart,â€ť his uncle said. â€śHe loved playing football, he was always smiling, the community loved him because he looked so young for his age, he was our baby.â€ť
â€śAbed never complained, he was always smiling and laughing, even when things were tough,â€ť he said. â€śHe was always helping his friends. When there was a toy donation drive here for poor families, Abed brought his own toys to donate — that was Abed.â€ť
During his nephewâ€™s funeral, Fadir carried around a poster with a picture of Abed taken right before he was killed; a red circle is drawn around Abed with the time it was taken, with the time of his death displayed at the top. The poster was handed out to mourners across the funeral.
â€śWho will protect us from these people? He was a boy in school clothes going to play football and they killed him,â€ť his uncle said, eyes red with tears. â€śYou can see in this photo, there is the time stamp, he wasnâ€™t doing anything, he wasnâ€™t even throwing stones. The soldier who killed him must be brought to justice.â€ť
Abed was killed right outside of Aida camp, home to nearly 5,000 Palestinian refugees whose families were displaced from their homes between 1948 and 1967.
Because of the recent upheaval in the occupied West Bank and East Jerusalem, and Aida campâ€™s politically charged environment, clashes there have been a daily occurrence.
But his uncle said that when Abed was killed the clashes were light, having just started, with only a few boys throwing rocks at the Israeli separation wall that hems in the camp.
â€śThe place where he was standing would have been right in the middle of things. There wasnâ€™t fighting there yet or the boys wouldnâ€™t have just been standing around the way they were.â€ť
A thousand mourn the death of a child
As required by Islamic rites, Abed’s funeral took place as soon as possible. The day after he was killed, the funeral procession began at Beit Jala Hospital where doctors were unable to save his life.
More than a thousand mourners carried the body of the ‘shaheed,’ meaning martyr, through the streets of the city to the family’s local mosque. The marchers screamed for revenge, chanting slogans that likened Israeli soldiers to terrorists.
Stores had closed in mourning of the 13-year-old’s death, while mothers, the elderly, and small children stood along the streets, watching as the march made its way through Bethlehem.
As the procession reached the mosque, the crowd stopped chanting and fell nearly silent.
Abedâ€™s uncle stood outside the mosque, while groups of the military wings of Fatah, Hamas and the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestinian gathered on the main street.
â€śSee all of them together like that,â€ť said Fadir. â€śMy hope is that Abedâ€™s death brings all of Palestine together, that under his name we can unite and fight the occupation that killed my nephew, God willing.â€ť
While religious authorities performed Islamic rites on Abedâ€™s body, women gathered in the court of the United Nations schoolyard where Abed was a student.
Medics surrounded Abed’s mother outside the school. The grief of losing her 13-year-old son made her physically sick. The medics called for the crowd to move and give her air.
She was unable to express many words through her tears, but told Maâ€™an that her son went to school and never came home.
‘They shot him in his heart,’ she said, her voice ripped with grief. â€śI hope every Israeli soldier gets a bullet to their heart like my son.â€ť
â€śMy son is dead, he is dead,â€ť she wailed, unable to continue.
Abedâ€™s aunt, Manal Obeidallah, was just as wrought with grief as the boyâ€™s mother. She told Maâ€™an that there would be no life without her nephew.
‘How can you live after one that you watched grow up, one that you raised, is killed in cold blood?â€ť she asked.
When the Islamic rites are finished, mourners carried the body to the nearby cemetery to lay Abed to rest.
As the boyâ€™s body reached the open grave, grief turned into palpable anger, and young men got ready to clash with the Israeli army waiting just behind the gate in the separation wall a few hundred meters away.
Clashes began and more young men were shot and injured by Israeli forces, adding to the ever increasing number of Palestinians injured in the latest wave of clashes.
Soon Abed’s young face would be featured on posters throughout his neighborhood in Aida camp, plastered on the wall next to scores of other ‘martyrs,’ some of whose posters were hung in mourning years ago. Murals would be made in his honor, and his face would be enshrined, forever 13.
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