Peace Of Gaza

By Stephen Paul West

The Peace of Gaza is only for the intellectually brave. The story will keep you riveted as three souls pour out their hearts in first person narrative. Who will live? Who will die? How deep is the thread that binds together a young nineteen year old girl, a retirement age American soldier, and an old Jihadist who has returned to find his paradise.

Sometimes the world must do something new and powerful to change constant and protracted war.

The Peace Of Gaza will crash upon your heart's desire of finding harmony in the Gaza Strip. This short alternate history is a taunt thriller, and the final resulting peace will be birth in the fire of absolute world terror.

Spell binding. Gripping. A Wild Ride. A psychological, fast paced short thriller that will take your breath away.

Three souls wander the very place where twenty years earlier the world was ending.

A nineteen year old girl searches Gaza City for the exact location where her father was killed twenty years earlier.

An old American soldier wanders the plaza in guard detail. His mind is filled with the war he fought at this very place twenty years earlier.

A lone Jihadist returns from exile to seek martyrdom on the very spot where the sword of Allah promised him his wildest dreams.

Three souls are fated to collide upon a single point of time and upon a single point on the earth.

A wild ride into an alternate history twenty-years from today. Peace dwells in Gaza City. In this history, three participants of the Gaza Strip discover that peace comes only with sacrifice.

Sometimes the world must do something new and powerful to change constant and protracted war.

Re-Imagine future history. Twenty years from today. A history that is free of war in the Middle East. A history with Peace in the City of Gaza

I must point out that much of the Islamic dialogue used in this story are direct quotes from Osama Bin Laden and various imam’s still living in Gaza at this moment. I didn’t wish to dilute the message of extremists in the slightest.

In spite of the difficulties, this short story dares to imagine a history that is free of war in the Gaza Strip.

Peace in the City of Gaza

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Paul West
• Release date: Nov 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301096725

Stephen Paul West

Stephen Paul West is an American novelist who is active in the film, fashion and fine arts industries in Austin Texas. His spectrum of best selling books include self-help for depression, global politics, young adult fiction, satires and paranormal thrillers. In addition to his writing, he is has a wonderful, esoteric adventure in photojournalism that you can view at his www.StephenPaulWest.com website. Bibliograhy The Peace of Gaza Grover Norquist - The Fool Who Would Be King Kwenda - A Lost Woman Of War Depression Sysmptoms Decoded for a Vibrant Recovery after Injury. Blood and Venom Mitt Romney Too Weird To Be President MaelStrom To London The visual artwork of Stephen Paul West integrates a modern scope of artistic expression with an earthy and positive view of the world around us.

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Peace of Gaza

Stephen Paul West

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Summary: An alternate history twenty-years from today. Peace dwells in Gaza City. In this history three participants of the Gaza Strip discover that peace comes only with sacrifice.

Dedication

I dedicate this story to peace.

Sometimes the world must do something new and powerful to change constant and protracted war.

My story is an alternate history. Twenty years from today.

I must point out that much of the Islamic dialogue used in this story are direct quotes from Osama Bin Laden and various imam’s still living in Gaza at this moment. I didn’t wish to dilute the message of extremists in the slightest.

In spite of the difficulties, this short story dares to imagine a history that is free of war in the Gaza Strip.

Peace in the City of Gaza

Hidden Knowledge

A Wintry Plaza Meeting

People say I am beautiful, so I know my mother is a rare beauty. Still, she prefers to be the widow of a father I never met, than to remarry any man still living upon earth. This is strange to me. This is my mother.

So cold. So very cold. Tears splash easily over my lashes.

I don’t know why I come to this place. It makes me shiver even on a warm day. However, today is freezing, even without the memories. Gaza City has dipped into a record low temperature. Brrr. The people are all at home where it is warm. I walk alone.

Oops. Almost alone. I see two older men walking about. They have yet to noticed me.

The beautiful plaza sits in steel-grey cold. Everything here is new except for a single ancient olive tree. It is a survivor, and the gardeners made no attempt to protect it from the freeze. The bushes are tied with sheets to protect against the frost. I like the way the sheets pop and snap in the billowing wind. The white-painted fountains are closed and waterless for the winter. The harsh wind swirls dry leaves in scratchy, tiny whirlwinds in these silent, dry fountains. Still, this place is lovely even in the cold. Bereft of people it is even lovelier. My heart prefers the stony solitude. The wind cuts icy, carried from snowy Europe to blow frosty across the Mediterranean. But none of this is what stabs my inner soul with frigid melancholy.

Indeed, my tears fall so icy that they burn my face as they evaporate. Yes, it is an unusual day in Gaza City, but not just for the cold. Today is the anniversary of my father’s death.

My feet touch right at the very heart of the long dead beast that killed my father. It is stupid for me to come to this place. My mother would cry and scold me as if