- Posted November 19, 2012 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Israel-Gaza conflict: Your stories
My experience in the war
Every morning since Wednesday November 14th, I hope to wake up to the sound of my mother's soft voice or to the birds outside of my window, instead, every morning I wake up disappointed and terrified by the sounds of air raids by the IDF on Gaza ask God for safety.
I wonder if I will die today or tomorrow? Will I stay alive to see the end of this war, or other wars, like the one I have already survived in 2009? My family and I left our house because we don’t know if our neighbors will be targeted, if our house will still be standing, or if my relatives will all still be ok. All these questions haunt me from where I am hiding in the bed, every morning.
Looking through the window to the sky, I find columns of black smoke everywhere. All I can hear are ambulances in the streets and the horrible bombing sounds. When I watch T.V., I find many people have lost their lands, their houses, their family, their friends. I hear mother's crying for their children, children crying for their fathers, wives for their husbands, all asking for help in saving their loved ones. No one safe even embryos have not been spared.
The Israeli's say they are targeting Hamas but the truth is that innocent people are being killed and all of us are effected by this war. Every time we begin to progress as a people and to having a decent life, a war happens and the entire strip has to be rebuilt from zero. This is not a war between two countries, it is between a country and the people it occupies.
We are normal people and need our basic human rights. We are occupied and need freedom. I want to wake up to the sound of birds, not bombs.