by Enas Ghannam
I woke up to the voice of explosions – as usual – but these were continuous and heavy. I turned on the radio to listen to the news. Strangely, there was electricity so I opened Facebook to see the comments. It was the Shujaeia massacre. Scenes and photos of bodies killed and shredded into pieces. Families who lost their children or houses or who literally were wiped out made my heart beat violently and I started to cry. Then I heard another voice. It was my mother talking to my father. She was telling him it’s time to go, to leave the house until everything is safe again. My father refused to even listen to her, my sister-in-law was crying because she can’t stand this situation. The final decision was to wait at home and prepare our stuff and be ready to leave at any moment.
Sitting in my room the next day I am “safely” opening my pc and following the news about the massacres committed against our Palestinian people by Israel. My headphones are on my ears while watching a video about shooting a Palestinian who was running for his own safety. Suddenly a very loud explosion hit the balcony of my home. How to explain the feeling, the horror that came over us all. A white dust was everywhere and I still didn’t know it was my house that was hit. Read more »