We were having dinner in the kitchen when we heard very loud artillery shelling;
we went directly to the balcony to see where the shelling was. Heavy smoke
which moved like tornadoes came from the east of Gaza; we realized then that
Al-Shijaeia was being under intensive attack from Israeli tanks and warplanes. The
black smoke was all over Gaza, it was moving very fast that it sounded like a
storm, it was moving toward our house, the smoke then covered me and I couldn't
breathe, I struggled very hard to go inside the house and this stopped when I
woke up realizing that this was just another nightmare that I have been having
since the bloody Shijaeia massacre during the last war on Gaza.
Dear World,
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Mohammed Naim, your memory will live on forever.
A photo of Mohammed Naim standing in front of Gaza port |
Unable to believe that the war came to an end, unable to comprehend that
life was supposed to move on, I locked myself at home completely overwhelmed
with sadness and helplessness. War, at least, kept us busy with our nonstop
attempts to survive mentally and physically. Right after the long ceasefire was
announced, emptiness and grief overtook my entire being. Images and faces of
the martyrs started passing through my mind, images of people running for their
life, looking for a safe haven forced themselves into my mind. I couldn't help
but fall to depression.
As an act of moving on, I had to go back to work. I did miss my students
and I wanted to check if all of them were alright after the war but I was
scared to go. I was afraid of hearing any bad news. I entered the center and my
students started coming. I thanked God whenever a student comes in alive and
safe. They all came but one, Mohammed Naim. I asked the administration if they
called him, they said they sent him a message and that he's coming soon. I
asked his classmates, they were reluctant to tell. After a pause, one of them
said that Mohammed was killed. The phrase struck me and left me unable to utter
a world. I couldn't believe them. I remember reading all the names of the
martyrs, his name wasn't among the names" I said in a broken voice.
I made the administration call
his mobile again. His phone was off. I was still having hope that he was alive,
not until I searched his name on Facebook and found "Rest in Peace"
written above his photo.
I remember him; very calm, hardworking and always neat. I used to call
him Naim because there were three others called Mohammed in the same class. The
last time I saw him was two days before the war erupted. I gave the students a
quiz and he was the last to leave. He wouldn't leave any question unanswered
even if that meant sitting two hours thinking and trying to answer it. He
handed me the quiz, I wished him a good day and then he left. I had no idea that, that very moment was the
last to see Mohammed.
Mohammed Naim, the one with a green shirt, during a class just two weeks before the war. |
Mohammed was killed the first week of the war. His father owns a bakery
in Al-Zaytoon neighborhood. Mohammed and his younger brother, Hossam, went to
distribute bread to the markets in Al-Shijaia. There. An Israeli warplane
targeted the bus they were in and killed them instantly.
Mohammed was just a
student dreaming to graduate and to have a proper job. One missile cut his body
to pieces and turned his dreams to ashes. Mohammed and his brother are just two
out of thousands whom Israel killed in a cold blood.
I wish there was a way to tell him that his memory will live on forever.
I will remember how good and quiet he was every time I start a class. Mohammed
Naim, may you rest in eternal peace.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Escaping a massacre to another: The story of Ahmed and Mahmoud.
"That day is carved in my memory; I relive the scene every
day. Me lying on the street unable to
move, smeared with blood, conquered with shock and fear, surrounded by wires
and dead and dying bodies, I could only hear screams and the thunderous sound
of bombs." Ahmed said with a choked voice while sitting in a wheelchair
in AlQuds hospital in Gaza.
Ahmed abu Shanab, 17 years old, and Mahmoud Naser, 18, recalled the day
they were injured. After few days of the Shijaia massacre, the Israeli
warplanes and the artillery tanks shelled Al-Shijaia market with several
missiles during a ceasefire. The bombing left 17 deaths and 200 injuries. Ahmed
and Mahmoud, who after the strike became close friend, were among the injured
and are now at Al-Quds hospital receiving treatment.
Ahmed and Mohammed live in the far east of Al-Shijaia neighborhood where
Israel committed one of its ugliest crimes during the last war on the Gaza
strip. Both survived the massacre that day and they escaped to someplace else
in Gaza. They recalled the night of the
massacre and described it as the worst nightmare they ever lived.
" I don't know how in the
world we managed to survive, God was watching for us, bombs were falling at us
like rain, we ran and ran and never looked back, we didn't have time to even
check if we were among our families or not. My aunt and uncle were killed while
they were running for their life. We couldn't stop to rescue them, shelling was
random and non stop. "Ahmed recollected with a voice charged with grief.
After a pause he continued: My cousin was also killed, he went to look for his
family after he learnt that two of them were injured, he wanted to rescue them,
but an Israeli sniper shot him in his leg, chest and head, this is the most
dreadful crime. I then realized he was
talking about Salem Al-Shamaly whom his video being killed spread all around
the internet.
Ahmed's brother was one of Salem closest friends. They used to go out
together every day during the war, rarely were they seen separated from each
other. Ahmed remembered in agony how his brother and cousin used to be
inseparable "My brother wakes up every night sobbing,
when we ask him what's wrong, he would say that Salem was calling him. My brother is still incapable of accepting
his best friend's death. They planned
their future together, Salem wanted to get married this summer, they killed
him, they killed my cousin and my brother's closest friend."
The video of Salem Shamily, Ahmed's cousin, being killed by an Israeli sniper
Ahmed is injured in his leg; small shrapnel are all over his both legs.
He's been in a wheelchair for a month now, so has Mohammed, whom one of his
legs is amputated. They are due to go to Germany to receive further treatment.
They smile bitterly in how they by a miracle survived the Shajaia massacre but
not another strike at Al-Shijaia market that left them casualties.
Mahmoud spoke bitterly of the day when he was injured critically in his
leg that it had to be amputated. "I was shopping in Al-Shijaia market when
I heard a deafening blast nearby, I don't know how my legs led me there, I
found myself standing in front of the targeted place, some people were killed
and many were injured the time I arrived, when the ambulances reached the
place, another missile dropped over our heads, it threw me to the floor and
left me bleeding. I saw blood flooding out of my leg, I tried to stand but my
left leg bended and I fell to the floor, I couldn't feel my legs afterwards. I dropped unconscious and when I woke up in the
hospital, I felt that my leg was very light, I knew then that it was amputated.
At that moment the only thing I wished for was death."
Mahmoud thinks a lot about how he is going to move on in his life again
"I dropped from school to help my family, I used to work as a plumber, I
don't know now what to do. Doctors say that I'll be able to walk again with a
prosthetic limb." Mahmoud is waiting now his visa to travel to Germany for
further treatment.
Ahmed Abu Shanab sitting in Al-Quds hospital. |
Ahmed who survived Al-Shijaia massacre recalled the other massacre he witnessed
days after "I was walking in the street when a very loud explosion happened;
I heard screams so I rushed to help people. The scene was unbelievable, huge
fire burst out of place and another house was targeted in front of it, bodies
of dead and dying were all around, I
went to help people in the house, I carried a girl who seemed to have been
killed to the ambulance, when I got there, a huge explosion sucked the air out
and threw me meters away, I lay still in the street, I couldn't move but I felt
sharp pain in my leg, a young boy dropped lifeless beside me, blood was coming
out of his neck, his blood covered me, minutes after, Israeli warplanes fired
at us again, the sound was indescribable, as the fire intensified, I believed
that day was to be my last, and I mumbled a silent prayer."
The war ended two weeks ago, but what they have been through plays in
their mind over and over again. "We sometimes wake up filled with fear
thinking that an airstrike is going to hit us again, loud door slamming or
passing cars are enough to enforce the memory of that day into our minds. I one
time thought that the passing car outside was the sound of a missile dropping
that I covered my ears with my hands."
Ahmed and Mahmoud's only wish now is to be able to walk again. Life will
never be as it was before; they however will try their best to move on.
This is A video of Al-Shijaia market massacre. Ahmed appears in the video(m. 5:00)
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Terror in The First Day of Eid
We were very excited for Al-Fitir Eid this year which comes after we finish Ramadan, a month of fasting from sunrise to sunset. My little brother and sister bought El-Eid clothes since the first week in Ramadan when the mad war was not there yet. They were waiting impatiently for Ramadan to end so they can wear their brand-new clothes and celebrate the Eid, which for our children symbolises joy and happiness embodied in playing on swings. The war started in the second week of Ramadan. Since then, their dreams, Gazan children's dreams of having a happy Eid started to fade away.
My little 12-year-old brother and 9-year-old sister did not stop asking questions. When is this going to end? Are we going to celebrate? Are we going to wear our new clothes? They kept asking till the Eid came but their questions were answered with bombs and new massacres everywhere.
In the first day of Eid, I woke up to the news that my mother's cousin was killed. My mother rushed to my grandfather's home unconsciously when she learned about her cousin's death. We followed her minutes later. At the door, children related to Mohammed, the martyr, were sitting at the threshold crying.
The scene of those little children crying is very heart wrenching. Those children were supposed to be celebrating and enjoying the Eid by now. They were weeping over their beloved uncle instead. I went into the martyr's home concurred with grief. His wife and sisters were there, shocked and full of sorrow. Everyone in the home was unable to believe what had just happened. They were unable to believe that Mohammed, who was always smiling, is now gone, forever. He wasn't going to come and light up the house with his smiles and play with his children, niece and nephews and throw candies at them.
I sat there, in between my relatives who were mourning Mohammed, thinking of the hundreds of victims killed since the start of the attack on Gaza who didn't have a funeral held for them due to the continuing bombardment and rising number of killed people. "What is happening now here is happening, happened, and will happen in many places across Gaza," I thought to myself.
My thoughts were then interrupted by a loud noise outside; I hurried outside. It was Mohammed, carried on the shoulders of men chanting, "Rest in Peace, Mohammed. We will continue the struggle." Everyone was chanting these words as we followed the martyr into his home. Mohammed laid there while wrapped with a flag of Palestine. Everyone he loved came to say the last goodbye and give him the farewell kiss.
Mohammed is/was married with two children; 4-year-old Malak and 2-year-old Ahmed. They were the only ones not crying, they were unable to comprehend what was going on. Malak somehow believed that her father is simply sleeping and that the men are taking him to his work and that he will come back soon. She didn't know that he father was gone forever. She couldn't realise that she will grow fatherless.
The Eid was unlike any other Eid we ever had. Grief was spread all around. Even when children tried to celebrate and forget about the airstrikes, Israel came after them and killed them while playing on swing. Ten children were killed in a drone attack while playing on a mini Ferris wheel in the beach camp in the first day of Eid.
How come the "self-defense" that Israel claims legitimises all the crimes Israel is committing against the innocent inhabitants of the besieged Gaza Strip. It's in the name of 'self-defense' that the Israeli Occupation Forces killed children playing on the beach, children playing on the roof of their house feeding pigeons, children playing on a mini Ferris wheel.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Al-Shijaiyya Massacre
Under the darkness and the non-stop bombing, I gather with my family
around the radio listening to the
news.
News of bombing and murdering keeps coming to an extent that we can't
keep up with any more. It is Sunday night; artillery shelling from the north
and the east haven't stopped for even a minute.
I decided to escape news and seek a book to read instead. I looked at
the small library in my room, and I picked "The
Ethnic Cleansing of
Palestine".
I started reading while the radio is still on reporting the news of
massacres being committed against more victims, F16s targeting places every now
and then from the very south to the very north of the Gaza Strip, the Israeli
Occupation navy shelling towards people's houses across the beach, Tank fire
and shells being shelled towards people houses across the border line with the
so-called 'Israel'. The sound is too loud that the whole house shakes once a
new bombardment happen. I jump to the window every time a missile falls to
check if its near. If it is not, I go on reading. I try my best to concentrate. I. However,
fail. So, I went back to join the family
who was gathering around the radio, listening to the horrible news.
Reports from Al-Shejaiyya are still flowing intensively. Non-stop.
Reports say that Al-Shejaiyya is under intensive bombardment both from the land
and the sea. "It is under fire. Houses are burning and being totally
destroyed upon their residents. Nakba-like scene can be seen among the traumatized
people who are running to safer shelter while shells are chasing them," a
witness said. I am in utter shock, unable to move, unable to imagine thousands
of innocent people being under fire, under genocide. "The ambulances can't
reach the neighborhood, hundreds are injured. Dozens of bodies are still stuck
under the rubble." the reporter says.
I looked from the window, the sky is full of war-planes, and it
flashes red every now and then. I hear some blasts from a distance, some sound
very near. Death seems hovering closer. I shut the window.
News from Al-Shejaiyya is still coming. Some of the neighborhood's
inhabitants manage to call the radio to ask for urgent help to rescue
them. "They bombed our house. They are bombing houses randomly, tens are
injured, ambulances haven't reached our area," A person living in
Al-Shijaiyya on radio says while out of breath. I heard cries in the background;
the same person screams in horror" Help us, the wall is falling, it is
falling on us." He then hanged up.
No one knows if he survived or he has gone, to immortality.
He hanged up to leave me wondering what happened to him and to his
family. The scene of them all gathering in one room, terrified and helpless,
keeps flashing in my mind like a nightmare. I imagine the father trying his
best to calm his children down, I imagine them looking in horror, smelling
death everywhere, their little bodies sitting next to each other wishing their
life won't end under that wall, wishing to survive.
Morning comes out. It's 5 am now, no one knows yet how many are
injured, how many are murdered in Al-
Shejaeyya. Ambulances are still banned to
go there. I try very hard to sleep.
Electricity came back at 1 pm. I rush to go on the internet, to see
what has become of Al-Shejayyah.
"62 are killed, hundreds are injured." I read. Images start
conquering my head, I think of the 62 people including 26 children who were
killed. The last minutes of their life, their last wish, their battle to
survive under inevitable death, the terror they had to go through. I feel
helpless, powerless, as I sat just writing this article to document another
atrocious massacre, "Al-Shijaiyya Massacre". I just stare at the
number of the dead and burst crying.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Turn the Gaza lights on
Imagine
that you have to spend your night in utter darkness, to arrange your plan for
each day according to a power-cut plan, or to force yourself into bed as there
is nothing you can do other than to sit in the dark. Picture yourself studying
for your exams using a candle, or spending all day long waiting for the electricity
to come back, or walking in streets at night that are only lit by cars' headlights.
If you find it hard to imagine all of these things combined, just seek the help
of a Palestinian from Gaza. No one could explain it better.
It
has been a week since the government announced the new electricity schedule. Yet
I still find it very difficult to adapt to. Previously, power used to be off
for 8 hours a day. We accustomed ourselves to that schedule despite the fact
that it took us a while to get used to it.
The
electricity crisis seems to be moving from bad to worse. Never better. Currently, we only get to see electricity for
6 hours a day. That means that power is off for 18 hours! When I heard the news
about the new power-cut plan, I was stunned, my mind froze. I’m not sure how
successful I will be at adapting myself to it. I got mad just wondering how
I’ll get through the day. What should we do during the 18 hours of darkness? Or
should the question be “How can we make the most of the 6 hours of
electricity?” Should I Study? Use the Internet? Do the housework? Watch TV? Do
the laundry? Ughhh! This is very confusing. Deciding what to do during the 6
hours with electricity is much harder than the 18-hour power-cut! What a busy 6-hours it’ll have to be!
What
do we do during power cuts?
"What
do you do during power cuts?” is a question I frequently start with during my
English-teaching classes. The majority of my students choose to sleep so time
passes faster or flee outside their homes to the streets to sit wherever there
are lights.
I
work as an English teacher from 11am until 6pm everyday at an English-teaching
centre. One of my classes starts at 4pm and finishes at 6pm. It starts getting
dark at 5pm in Palestine. I had to finish these classes earlier sometimes
because of power-cuts. There is a fuel shortage at the center I’m teaching at
which makes it hard to turn on the generator every day.
When
I finally finish work, I keep praying all the way back home that there would be
electricity there. However, I usually return to discover that my prayers
weren’t met. Feeling very exhausted and hungry, I light a few candles to make
lunch. As I have my lunch with the dim light of candles, I try to convince
myself that I'm having a romantic lunch. I fail and a malaise falls on me
quickly. This is never a romantic lunch.
I didn't choose to have my lunch over candle lights. I was forced to as
I didn’t have any other choice. When I finish my late lunch, I sit powerless
staring at the darkness and waiting for the lights to turn on and for the
generators’ noise to stop. Oh how slow time passes while waiting! The roar of
generators keeps hovering over my head all night long.
My
parents and my little brother and sister have started to sleep very early at
night. They force themselves into their beds at 8 pm or sometimes even earlier.
At 4 am they wake up voluntarily after they have enough hours sleep. Sometimes,
my mother wakes up in the middle of the night. She deliberately leaves the lights
on during power-cuts before she is off to bed, so when the power is back, some
light disturbs her sleep so she can take advantage of it, turn on the washing machine,
and then return to bed.
Electricity
now controls our daily lives. It controls our sleeping and waking up times. It
even decides for us whether to receive guests at home or not. Electricity
interferes with every detail. Residents of Gaza are not the only ones affected
by the power cuts. Their
relatives abroad get their share of this daily suffering as well. I have two
sisters in Malaysia pursuing their higher education. My mother used to skype
them everyday, but now we can barely talk to them. There is either no
electricity or a terribly weak Internet connection.
Ways
to endure power cuts
My
little brother tries very
hard to entertain himself during power cuts. Our people are known for innovating means of entertainment.
Once, he decided to buy cards "Shaddeh" for us to play during the
daily power cuts. Shaddeh turned out to be great fun and great for killing time. We gather around a small table, light a
candle and start playing shaddeh. We repeat the game over and over again until
we get bored. One advantage power-cuts have brought to us is that our family
spends more time together. My little brother and sister seem to enjoy powercuts
because we, sometimes out of boredom, agree to play their ridiculous games.
History
of power cuts
The
people of Gaza have been suffering from power shortages since Israel bombed the
power station in the Gaza strip in June 2006.
Since then, the electricity crisis has gradually become worse. Power-cuts
used to last for 8 hours before, but now we only get to enjoy electricity for 6
hours a day. The electricity crisis has a grave impact on all sectors of our
lives and all residents of Gaza strip. It has become the main topic that
everybody complains about. “Health and humanitarian conditions in Gaza are at
risk due to electricity outage across
the Gaza Strip,” The Minister of Health warned. Hospitals are unable to supply
fuel to turn the generators on for the whole day. Patients are now at a real
risk.
In the
thirst for electricity, many people had to buy generators powered by petrol. However, they had to pay a huge price for it.
In some cases, people paid with their lives. According to the UN Office for the
Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs, 30 people have died since the beginning
of this year due to the unsafe use of generators
Who's
to blame?
The
situation in Gaza is complicated. We don't really know who to blame for the
current crisis. Israel? Egypt? Hamas and Fatah? Or all of them combined? Israel
is imposing a suffocating siege on the Gaza strip turning it into an open-air
prison. Egypt seems to be collaborating with our jailers in tightening the
siege. The Egyptian Authorities have destroyed most of the tunnels along the
Gaza border with Egypt and imposes a closure on the Rafah border, the only exit
for our people outside the strip. Our people used to bring in fuel through the tunnels
into Gaza which managed to ease our lives to some extent. Whoever is
responsible for darkening the Gaza strip has to stop. Most of the Palestinians
living here are under 18, where is the justification to collectively punish
them? We have a right in Gaza to see light.
The
condition in Gaza is becoming unbearable. Every day is another challenge for us. Each
day we have to show steadfastness in order to survive and go on. Israel has
deprived us of our very basic rights. It has deprived us of our land, our
freedom, and our right to lead a normal life like any other human. I wonder when
we will be able to stop worrying about such basic needs like electricity? On
behalf of every civilian of the Gaza strip, I scream, LET OUR LIGHTS COME ON IN
GAZA.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
18-11-2012 Attack on Gaza
My uncle called my mother and told her that Israel threatened to bomb a house next to their home, and people there are evacuating their homes. Al-Askri house is just few blocks from my home, the time we heard about the threat. We all gathered in one room waiting for the strike. We were very nervous, the house threatened is 3-floor building, that means it will cause damages to all the neighborhood.
My grandfather home is right in front of the Al-Askri's. 70 persons live in my grandfather's building, most are children. They all gathered at the building's first floor. Kids were crying of horror, and everyone was extremely worried.
As we were waiting anxiously for the strike, Israel launched 5 drones missiles at Al-Askri home, then it targeted the house with F16s missiles. The sound was unbelievable. We could hear the windows of the homes around smashing. We for a moment thought that our house is destroyed, my father went around and checked if everything was okay. Thanks God, everything was fine.
The other day, I went to see Al-Askri's home. The scene was unimaginable, the house is flattened and leveled to the ground. The houses around partially destroyed. Residents of Al-Askri were sitting in front of their destroyed home! They have no shelter now.
below are some photos I shot of Al-Askri house.
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