Under Siege

One day, suddenly, we heard the noise of cutting a fence. Then, we saw a soldier cutting the fence of the school. They said: leave the house, there will be a big explosion. But we didn't leave the house, but we moved to the living room. Then they exploded part of the house while we were in. But nothing happened to us. Then they entered the house and searched but found nothing. Then they started to dig the wall of the kitchen. They dug a big hole, and left our house to pass into the house of our neighbours without saying anything to us. They didn't find the neighbours. Then they searched and moved to other neighbours' house, and they found no body. They searched and then moved to my uncle's house, just facing our house. My uncle felt that they were coming, and he said to his wife: I will open the door so that if they come to the house, the door will be open so that they can come in without need for anyone to open for them. But they didn't open the door, but they blew it up. My aunt was going out of the bathroom, and my uncle was telling her that there is still enough time for the prayer of the mid day. When the zionists blew up the door,the door flied 6 meters and ran into my aunt, and injured her in two places: one in the waist, where three arteries where cut, and the other in the right arm, only the bones where left. Then my uncle phoned the ambulance, and the ambulance arrived. My uncle came to our house and said to the zionistes that he wants someone to remain with the children. They told him that we have left the house, then my uncle was afraid for his wife that she was bleeding a lot. He hurried to the house and asked his eldest daughter to take care of her younger brother and sisters till they come back from the hospital. My aunt was transferred by the ambulance personnel to the ambulance, and my uncle went with her, and left his children with the zionistes in the house. Then we heard from the office of coordination (via the television) that one of the injured women in the camp was dead (a martyr). Then, my mother and uncle came from the hospital without his wife, and told us that she was dead. On the next day, we went in the funeral. We moved to the hospital, then to the mosque of martyrs in Deheisha and then moved to the ccemetry of martyrs in Al-Khader.

Fatina Jibril El-Khawaja