Perspective of a mother in Gaza I received a phone call at 3 am last night. The voice on the other end was a male who i did not know with an accent different to mine. He said something that made me jump out of my bed with fear. I picked up my baby who lay beside me in bed and ran out of my bedroom as fast as i could into the next room where my other 4 children slept. I screamed at them and shook them to get up and run. We had to get out of the house fast. In my head i knew i should have taken the baby and ran out without the others if wanted to have any chance of surviving another day but my heart could not bare to do such a thing. How would i bare to live another day anyway if i was to lose my children. I managed to wake the kids up finally. And i gathered them up yelling at them not to bother grabbing anything just run for their lives.We have rehearsed this drill so many times before so the kids new exactly what to do. With no power in the house and no time to light a candle it was difficult to get to the front door without tripping over the furniture but we seemed to be getting through at a good pace. We made it past the hall way and into the kitchen. The kids all holding onto me with fear. We were heading towards the front door when we heard the noise. We all froze suddenly. I looked down at my kids i could hear their voices tremmbling their little bodies shaking in fear. My baby in my arms crying loudly was suddenly drowned out by the sound of what was to come. We were so close to the front door. So close. My children, all five held onto me. I pushed them to the ground And i tried to use my body to cover them all and protect them. Hoping my flesh and bones would be enough to stop it from harming my beautiful children but knowing it wouldnt be enough. I held them all under my body and told them i loved them. And then it hit. #Gaza #RealityCheck #SupportGaza #LongLivePalestine
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 12:45:00 +0000
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