Tears of Gaza Page #2

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.

This way it will only burn more.

Abu Halima family.

We were sitting at home after the land invasion on Saturday night.

They started launching missile around our home.

Of course, the children were screaming and crying in panic.

We didnt know what we could do for them

We were not able to escape because of the bombs falling around us.

Late afternoon Sunday the army targeted our home while were in it.

We were just sitting at home we weren't fighters. Nothing like it.

They killed the children, all of them under 12 years of age.

They killed five people. One of them was my father, that makes it six.

They bombed us with phosphorus bombs, the kind that burns.

I was about seven meters away from the missile

I had my little daughter with me, she was about eight months old

I put her aside and walked into the room just as the second missile hit

I tried to enter but I couldn't, there was black smoke so I couldn't-

-because of the fire and the smoke caused by the phosphorus bombs.

We removed the dead and I removed my wife -

-and my daughter Farah.

but there were no ambulances or paramedics there to help us.

They burned her in front of my eyes, burned her with the phosphorus.

And Zaid, and Hamzah and Abdurraheem, and my father.

What did they do to deserve this?. These children?

He who lauched the missiles, does he have no religion?

He aimed his missiles at us, knowing where we were in the house.

He hit that exactly in the middle of the room, where we were.

It means the it was planned and premeditated.

I don't know, I don't knows. God grant me the patience.

There is no forgiveness, where can I get forgiveness from?

Forgive those who kill little children?

Are these children fight to be killed ?

HASBUNALLAHU WANI'MAL WAKIIL.

The most important thing is that she is happy. That's how I want her happy.

She is my pampered girl, and I love her very much.

January 2009

Why are you running away, leaving your house ?

Because of shooting.

- Are you afraid ?.

- Yes.

- They bombed the building.

- How ?

With shooting.

UN scholl, January 2009

YAA ALLAH...!

I wanted to get the clothes for my mother.

Come, come out... What are you doing here ?!

Take this ! You will be ok.

Kahmal Hospital, Dec 08 / Jan 09

I am fine... I'm not that bad.

Take his clothes off. He has a fractur. Get me a splint.

Take his clothes off. He has a fracture.

Get me a gauze quickly !

Don't be afraid.

Lock at me, see.

Mum... mum...

Mum... mum...

Here is mum. I will get your mum...

Here is mum...

Enough, my soul, here is mum.

I will get her now.

Lay him on the side.

Clean him.

I want to see him... oh mum.

They are inhuman !

My beloved, my beloved. All of my kids died, all off my kids died.

Rasmia

We came to the UNRWA school for protection, but they bombed us there.

We spent the night there, suddenly we got to know -

- that my uncle was murdered.

At night my grandmother asked him to bring water.

He went with my two counsins, they got killed.

Life is really hard. Really.

She memorising... memorising.

When she saw the bodies scattered in the streets, -

- she started imagining things.

It is very difficult.

We found our home destroyed and there is nothing left.

The whole house was destroyed.

Now our food has sand in it, and the water is not drinkable, -

- so we are thirsty all the time.

The floor is our bed now, we sleep on a black blanket.

It's not a bed or anything. It's just a black blanket.

There's no water ini the bathroom, not even to wash up for prayer.

There water is cut all the time. We don't have any water.

When it comes through the pipes the pressure is weak.

It comes through for just a short time, then it stops. There not enough.

I pray that God will help me succed and compensate us for our losses.

And that everything we lost will come back.

So that we can get our home back.

January 2009

Careful.. careful..

Amira, Al-Shifa Hospital, january 2009

First we were sleeping.

Oh God.

Then we heard a huge strong sound. It was a bomb.

Me and my brothers went outside. We couldn't find my father.

He was laying on the ground, full of blood.

My brothers went to get the ambulance, I stayed beside my father.

They bombed again and I was injured.

- Has you father died ?.

- I don't know.

What about your brothers ?

They went to call for an ambulance. I haven't seen them since

(Kahmal Hospital)

Put her here.

(Kahmal Hospital)

God gives you mercy, lssa.

Show them where these children were hit.

I will show you. There is no editing here.

This is a short distance shooting.

It's execution. Short distance shooting.

Children being killed deliberately and intentionally.

Subhaanallah...

Jabalia Camp Funeral, January 2009

ALLAHU AKBAR WALILLAHIL-HAMD...!

ALLAHU AKBAR WALILLAHIL-HAMD...!

May God punish israel.

My beloved son.. my beloved son.. my beloved Ibrahim.

My beloved son.

I came here, my son to visit you and your brother.

Just sit down. I'll get you what you want.

My God.

Amira.

Yahya, September 2009

Rasmia.

Amira.

When my father was murdered, I felt like I lost the whole world.

All of my brothers and sisters, all of my relatives were lost.

It feels like you were left alone on this life.

When we lost our father, we lost hope. We lost everything in our lives.

When I lost my father...

... I cried every night.

I used to cry every time. I remembered him.

Especially at night when I rememberde him, I cried.

I used to wake up and cry wishing that my father would come back.

I dream of becoming a doctor.

So that I can treat and help those who are injured by the israelis.

So that I can treat and give medicine and perform surgery -

- on those who need it.

Like those who were shot or injured by a bomb shell, I want to help them.

Amira's new family.

Thank God that she came back home safely.

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