Death smells! Blood stains the walls. Pieces of grained human flesh spread everywhere, and broken glass is scattered. I can recognise a hand, and some parts of the head. Trees are torn apart some steps away. They are laying dead. And a car is still firing. Or what is left of it. Appalled faces. Shaking voices. The sky is weird. Gloomy clouds, bleak scenes, some kind of strange feeling alongside the smell of human blood, and children. Children are gathering up the remnants of the fragmented body.
The scene is vile. It is all weird. No, it is not weird. I am used to these scenes, but I have never been this close to the Israeli crimes. No one is telling me a story this time. I am an eyewitness to the Israeli brutality.
I decided to go to my father’s work office, which is 8 minutes away on foot. I went there. I could read something on his face, once I saw him. His eyes were almost in tears. He was absent-minded. I did not want to interrupt him, so I sneaked out.
Over 4 airstrikes hit diverse targets before I even reached the door. They were very close. I could smell powder, but this did not shake me a bit. I did not feel scared. I did not even step back a step. I just stood still, and kept watching the columns of black smoke, ascending to the black sky. It was a moment when all my emotions froze. My senses were utterly defused. At all.
Another airstrike hit. My father made a step back. I did not. I was watching in bewilderment. That is similar to the first day of the 2008 – 2009 Israeli war against the Gaza Strip. Everything is the same except for the black sky. It is more black this time. I went back home. The power was off. I laid in my bed. It was shaking every minute. It is the Israeli arrogance that showers us with bombs and hate.
Hatred breeds hatred! And nothing is for free.