In the school

I am the child Ahmad Issa El-Kurdi
I am 14 years old

One Monday, we had a football training in Beit Jala School, and it was a period of invasions, and the training was at 5 p.m., so we went to the school. While we were playing, the plane was bombarding Al-Khader. We said that the plane is far away, so we continued playing. Some of the children have climbed to the roof of the school and they pointed at the plane with their hands as if pretending they had weapons. We asked them to get down, but none did listen, almost. After a quarter of an hour, the plane came towards us, so we started to run and run till we reached the house of my grandfather. We hid with some kids in my grandfather's house, and some other kids continued running to the camp. We remained hiding, and afraid from being shot at, and we couldn't move from our place for a long time. After 5 minutes of entering the house, the plane have shelled three projectiles at the house where we were hiding. They hit the garden of the house, and caused a lot of damages, then we our fear increased very much, and we were afraid that there would be more shelling. My uncle called the civilian defense forces to evacuate us from the house. Few minutes later, the men of civilian defense came and calmed us, because we were between life and death. After that shelling has calmed down, and we returned, my friends and I everyone to his house.

Ahmad Issa El-Kurdi

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Story 2

One Thursday evening, we heard that the Israeli army is going to invade the camp. The camp took the necessary precautions. My grandfather sent his son to call us, so my uncle came to our house and said to us: come to our house, you will be safer.
My father hesitated on going to my grandfather's house, but my grandfather insisted that we come to his house. So my father said to my mother: Take the children and go to your father's house, I'll catch up in half an hour.
My mother and my brothers and sisters were gone, and half an hour later, we followed. On our way to my grandfather's house we met 2 persons: Haj Sleiman and Abu Ali El-Araj. They said to my father: Where are you going?
He said to them: Going to the house of my wife's family.
They said: So today, you will not make us coffee.
My father replied: If I came back to the house, I will make you coffee.
They talked for long time on different things, then my father said: I will go, but I will be back in quarter of an hour. During that time, while we were in my grandfather house, we heard the tanks on their way to the camp. We got out to make sure of that, and we found the tanks in front of us, so we returned in to my grandfather house. Half an hour later, we heard shootings in the camp, and later in the night we heard that Haj Suleiman Eddibs was killed. My father sat down, weeping on the ground, because he was one of my father's closest friends. Almost, half an hour later, Abu Ali El-Araj was killed also, and my father was very sad.
On the next night, our neighbor Fouad Eilayan called, and told my father that the Israeli army has assailed our house. The assault lasted 10 days, after which the Israeli army withdrawn. We went to see what happened in our house. The destruction in the house was huge. We couldn't sleep in the house. My mother and brothers and sister went back to sleep at my grandfather house. My father and I slept at the neighbors. On the next morning, we began cleaning the house. Neighbors and friends helped us, because whatever happens, we will never leave our house.
Ahmad Issa El-Kurdi