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    Israel-Gaza conflict: Your stories

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    I'm Scared


    I'm Scared


    Although many Palestinians in Gaza including members of my family are not scared of the horror caused by the Israeli assault on Gaza, fear seems to have leaked into my little heart. I look around and see people have gotten used to death not in the sense that they enjoy it, but because they feel so helpless and defenseless.


    I am afraid that there will come a moment where I will realize that I have done nothing in my life except for worry, worrying about my family, friends and the future. In fact, even when I practice my favorite hobby, soccer, I worry there would be an Israeli shelling at any moment.


    It seems a little odd to many teenagers like myself that we should get involved in politics. Nonetheless, it seems to be a fact that Palestinian kids especially those living in the Gaza Strip should breath politics. For me personally, and because of the nature of my mothers work, political discussions became a daily practice in our life.


    This morning, a friend of mine called to tell me that our school has been severely damaged as a result of the Israeli bombing of a nearby police station. It immediately brought back sad memories when the Israeli F16s brought down our old campus during the 2008 war on Gaza. And I started asking myself, why is this happening to us. I recall once being involved in a discussion with my parents about the value of education for Palestinians and how they had a major contribution in building Arab states in the old good days. I remember my father saying that education is the capital that nature has granted to Palestinians that we should preserver and excel in. It is clear to me now that there must be someone there that want us to be ignorant and therefore easy to control.


    Later this afternoon, the Israeli air strikes hit the building that hosts my mom’s office. I became even more scared. I have seen much less of my mom in the last five days because she would come home exhausted. I rushed to my mobile phone and tried to call her several times. The network has been lost for a while which made my worries even more. I finally managed to get hold of her and she assured me that she and her colleagues were fine. Two people were killed in this accident.


    Now, darkness has already fallen and fear and horror will even increase. I pray for mom to come home safe and embrace me in her arms.

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