Holocaust and Heroism • Nabil Naseraldin

Memories of Buchenwald in Germany 1995

Buchenwald
I visited there
There my feet trod
with my friends
We were on a mission
And we insisted on entering
To feel with all our senses
the concentration camp
Buchenwald in Germany,
There were children there
in the concentration camp
Buchenwald.
I saw there with my own eyes
the cells
the ovens
the scorched earth
And even mixed with their blood
There in the basement rooms
above the remains of the barracks
There was the road to hell
very short
And in my eyes God is sleeping there,
You should always ask him
What happened
And why did it happen?
Also all of humanity.

Disaster and heroism authored and translated into the Arabic language by Nabeel
Buchenwald, Germany
I visited that stinking place
There is داست کدمای
with my friends
We were on a mission
We insisted on reaching him
Let's see with our own eyes
what can he do
Human to human
in the elderly and children
There is a humanitarian disaster
in Buchenwald
He died and was killed on purpose
With premeditation
Thousands of children
I saw the furnaces of the holocaust
and the infants' rooms
And the blood of the victims is there
The dirt is still smeared with it
In this place and others like it
جُسِّدَ جُهنّم
And there is God's neglect of them
And humanity was in sabbaths
And the question remained...
How do the eyes of God and humanity fall asleep?
About a disaster like that???

I was on behalf of the Society for the Protection of Nature "Dialogue" in a delegation with my brother Aryeh Shomron who was the director of an information center in the north.
The group numbered about 16 educators and society members from all over the country. We represented the country in Germany as its guests.