I woke up in the morning about in early July, 2014. There was no electricity like always and I was bored. I thought I would read a book. I opened the window and stood there to get some fresh air as I tend to do in the morning. Once I opened the window I heard a loud blast and clouds filled my vision I could not see anything because of the dust. Children started to cry and scream, I did not give it much attention as the Israelis do it from time to time. I went to have my breakfast. After few minutes I heard the resistance reply with a rocket.
After an hour the tanks on the borders started shooting. I realized the day was not going to be easy. The tanks kept shooting for hours.I tried to know what’s going on. I could not watch the TV news because there was not electricity, but eventually I found an old radio. I turned it on and started listening. All the local channels were trying to calm the people and telling us to stay at home.
After a while the Israelis stopped firing dead down for a few hours. but In the afternoon they started up again, more aggressivly this time. I knew that something must have happened to drive them crazy.
I checked out the news. It turned out that the resistance had performed a large operation behind enemy’s lines. People could not leave their homes now. Anyone leaving their home would be dead.
After three days of endless fighting, the people decided to run for their lives, but they were still afraid of what would happen to them. But they came to realize that taking their chances was better than being sitting ducks. They could die any second.
At 5:00 AM in the morning the people decided to run together as one group, , they started leaving their houses, but unfortunately that was not a good idea.
When the people started running outside a family of 11 members was hit and killed in the street. People were unable to do anything , and they could not get back home.
Air-strikes rained down upon them. It was the most horrifying scene in my life. People get bombed, shreds of flesh flying in the air. I said to myself, what a vicious inhumane enemy ! The people watched their loved ones getting ripped to pieces and they were absolutely helpless. They could do nothing about it. Even if a mother dropped her child ,she could not return to save it. And the ones who thought about stopping to save their families, they ended up dead like the rest of them.
People were killed like animals and those that survived witnessed the most vicious massacre Gaza has ever seen. The people who managed to escape some of them found a relative to stay at their house and some stayed in the street. Me and my family ran to our uncle’s house and stayed there ( -Nayma tower- ).
I could not believe I survived such a horrible situation. Me and my family decided to do a barbecue to celebrate, but it was Ramadan, so we had to wait until the time of Al-Maghrep prayer.
At 7:00 PM while we were preparing the table a drone missile hit my uncle’s balcony. We all knew that meant. That we should evacuate the whole tower immediately because they are going to bring it down to the ground. Usually the period between the warning shot (drone missile) as the Israelis call it 5 minutes or so.
While we were evacuating another drone missile hit my aunts flat which was next to my uncles. When we rushed to check, my aunt’s face was covered in blood and she was screaming trying to say something. We hardly understood what she was saying, that her son was stuck under a big cement rock. A few of my relatives decided to go inside to rescue him, and once they entered they all died.
After that we had no place to go to. We finally decided to go to the UNRWA school thinking it’s the safest place since it’s an international organization, but it seemed like the Israelis were determined not to leave us alone.
We spent many days in the school and having a hard time getting food and water and to stand in lines for hours to get them. The food was humanitarian help from UNRWA.
Eventually we were not safe even there. Air-strikes hit the school many times and many people died. Women, children, old men, the Israelis do not differentiate or care.
We spent the most miserable time of our lives in the UNRWA school. I will never forget these horrible scenes. We stayed in the school even after the aggression ended.
I wrote this, so that the whole world can know the horrors that happened here in Gaza. Maybe for the world what happened here is just any other violence act. They might get depressed for a day, or change their profile picture for a while, but actually the world does not know the exact horrifying truth. I just wish the whole world would find out the truth. Who is the victim and who is the perpetrator. And to see the bigger picture. To see what is actually happening behind the scenes, not just what the Zionist media is showing to the world. Misrepresenting the facts and using the media and propaganda as a weapon to deform our real identity.
Translated by me, narrated by me friend from Al-Shejaya Ahmad Al Ejla.