Peace is clearly not shown in modern days. We solemnly watch the news of small, fragile children with gory wounds dying on the cold, rough ground. Obviously, we can’t do anything about it because we are in the warm feeling of home, unable to go and strongly fight for what’s right. Instead, we get this unexplainable feeling in our gut that spreads and crushes our insides to pieces. Do we really feel what our mind is telling us to feel at that very moment? In mid-October of history class last year, our class began to study the Middle East, and with that particular region, most of what we studied centered around the ongoing Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Our teacher introduced the topic by showing a mini-documentary to the class to get opinions from the students. An Israeli girl, well dressed and well mannered, first appeared on the screen. Innocently, she described how terrible fighting was. She feared that every day, upon returning from school, that she would find not her home and parents. Sometimes, she said, her fear was that she would never make it home without being lost in the darkness of the conflict. The entire class including myself could not help but sympathize with this poor child. The atmosphere of the classroom was very solemn as this was a serious matter. After the interview of the small girl, an innocent Israeli boy came upon the screen. He cried multiple times, “I will never forget!” loudly, in her Arab accent, which apparently the class found humorous. While I maintained a constant sympathetic feeling toward this child, the entire class roared in
