Palestine: Bloody Freedom Mrinalakanti Das A hundred years ago, Rabindranath Tagore's Nandini told the king who killed Ranjan, "In a moment, my death will kill you. I have no weapon, my weapon is death." A young Palestinian, born in a death camp, whose childhood is spent amidst the sounds of cannonballs and warplanes, whose adolescence is spent throwing stones at Israeli tanks, a gun fits better in the hands of that young man than in the hands of his lover. We can call them terrorists. We can mock them as stupid Palestinians without showing even the slightest sympathy for them. But that does not kill the dream of a Palestinian youth for an independent land. It cannot prevent the birth of a young woman like Laila Khaled. The eyes of the young, who are walking with death, have long since learned to see the world in black and white, having abandoned the colored glasses that the Zionist-controlled Western media has put on our eyes. What we think and say doesn't matter to the Palestinians struggling to breathe free air...