- The Nightmares Palestinian Children Live
by Jehan Helou, https://www.middleeastmonitor.com/
Testimonies by children and their mothers after the 2021 aggression on Gaza
We saw death with our own eyes
The second day of the feast, the happy Eid Al-Fitr feast as it is called, was the worst day of my life. After a horrific day of artillery bombardment night and day and the news of massacres and destruction, I prepared a place for my children to sleep. They had not calmed down even for a minute, asking about the feast and their new clothes and about our visitors whom we were deprived of seeing.
I talked to them and told them that the feast will come, and we will compensate all these difficult days when the enemy stops its terrible war. I told them that we will visit our relatives and wear our Eid clothes and go out for entertainment to places which reducing in number in our city and all-around Gaza.
That night the media warned that the Zionists, who are war criminals, were threatening Gaza with destruction. My husband and I were questioning whether we should spend the night apart in case a tragedy struck our family, that way the children would not be left alone. We were studying all the corners of the house like engineers. We were looking for the safest places and corners for us and our children. We decided to sleep in the hallway, in the knowledge that there is no safe place. There was no electricity and it look us a long time to settle the children. They put their fingers in their ears to shield them from the sound of the heavy artillery bombing so they could get to sleep.
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There was quiet for a short while. My husband and I fell asleep next to our children; each with a phone in their hand. Suddenly, and with no warning, we could hear nonstop explosions getting very close. All the neighbours were screaming; no one could sleep any more. The whole area had become red and smoke filled the place. The sound of the explosions was not normal, more than 50 rockets in one area. We could hear screaming and shouting, the sound of ambulances and fire engines. Bombs were falling all over Beit Hanoun.
All areas were being now under bombardment. We were so scared that we were sitting in a corner on top of one another, praying, because none by God could help us now. Shards of glass and dust from the destruction taking place all around us were flying everywhere and smoke filled the air.
Beit Hanoun came under more than half an hour of continuous bombardment. The closest explosion was only a hundred metres from our house. The mosque and the sports club had been targeted. I looked at my children and wondering what would happen if I lost one of them or they lost me.