Tears of Gaza Page #2

The children ran to me and held on to me as they were screaming.

I couldn't comfort them. I was scared too.

Imagine when your children need your ptotection. I started screaming too.

So many dead people lied in the street.

We had to step over them.

We told the children to close their eyes when we got close to dead people.

Near the roundabout corpses were torn to pieces.

The bombing and shooting was all over us.

We were shoched to see our neighbourhood covered in black smoke.

Alhamdulillah, we carried out the children with no injures.

We said goodbye to our men and went to seek refuge antara the UN school.

This is what is left of my home.

They did not allow us too see our dead martyrs (syuhada).

I wish I could say a proper goodbye to my husband, but they wouldnt let me.

I said goodbye but he was already in a bag.

My son threw himself on his father.

And they had to pull him away.

Water

Water, Mohammad, get him a glass of water.

I am not seeing my father anymore.

He used to give me money before I went to school in the morning.

He is not here to say how are you?. Theres no more how are you?.

I come and go but he is not here to ask :Where are you going?.

I wish thad God will punish the Israelis -

- and Egypt and all those countries who supported the Israelis.

Do you have any memories of your father?

Yes. I remember when he took me to the port and to the beach, -

- and when he bought different things to us.

Beitlahia, Family burial place.

UN camp.

A missile hit my parents bedroom.

I started screaming, everbody was screaming.

I went downstairs and found my brother laying at the bottom of the stairs.

He was screaming and yelling : I am injured.

I climbed up. I didnt see my father, my mother or anybody.

We were screaming. We had become separated.

There was no electricity. At night they started bombing again.

I started screaming and I took my brothers hand and led him out.

Outside I saw dead bodies cut in pieces.

I was screaming and pleading for God to forgive me.

Because I was stepping on dead, innocent people.

I am just a little girl. Eleven years old.

All I knows is that I fell down the stairs.

I was falling down the stairs with my brother.

We tumbled down three or four steps. I felt horrible.

No one was concerned about us.

The bombs were falling all around, then the house came down over us.

There was nobody left in the neighbourhood, everyone had fled.

When I went back to our home, I found that all my school books were burned.

Who else will look after me?!

My brother is in the hospital, does anybody care about him?!

Nobody is paying for his treatment. We cannot pay for the medicine.

Medicine will cost a hundred shekels. We cannot even pay half a shekel.

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