Gaza, the warm arms, and the fire of hell. Horror, fear, death and destruction but this time our area was “safe”. Every time the occupation attacks they hit us first, but it looks like this time they got bored of our area and wanted to make some change, so we got lucky.
I used to spend the whole day sitting on a chair watching people running away from their houses towards the borders, carrying their belongings, sons and daughters and going west. Some of them were carrying their kids on their shoulders, their mothers on their backs… Where they were going, you don’t know, till all of Gaza got squeezed into one area. Then the distance became tighter, and they started running away from the dome, and it got tighter and tighter till they got to our house. I said to my father: “What? Is it our turn now? But where are we going to go?” My dad insisted that we stay at home, and said: “A person who leaves his house loses his dignity ...."
Muhammad – Born 1995 – Al Shuja'iyeh/Al Montar
Come hear Muhammad's story on the 30th and 31st of October at the Goethe Institute at 7.30pm.
Tickets are now on sale at the Ladies' College office.
No comments:
Post a Comment