Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Another terrifying day:

Yesterday was round 2 of mortar missiles attacks on my neighbourhood,
over 20 mortar missiles fell on the neighbourhood and caused 30 deaths
and injuries.
Here is my side of the story:
I was at my grandmoah's house which happens to be next door to my
house, me and my cousin were at the back garden playing soccer and
moking on each other. Suddenly we heard a very loud noise of mortar
missile passing over us, I said "did you hear it?" and by the time he
was saying "yes", a huge explosion took place, it was very close to us,
we couldn't tell where it exactly fell as it was too close, we ran
inside my grandmoah's house and waited there for several minutes.
Shortly after that, we heard screaming, shouting and people running in
the street, we ran out to the street to see what happened.
At first, I couldn't see as there was alot of dust and ashes in the
street, then my vision cleared and I saw smoke clouds coming out from
the roof of the house of my neighbour which is in front of my house.Instinctly I ran with the people to the inside of my neighbour's house
to check for survivers, there were women all over the place shouting
and screaming "help him, help him, he is at the roof", meanwhile mortar
missiles were falling here and there very close to us. Me and several
people ran to the roof of the house, and there was my neighbour lying
on the floor with his legs got cut due to the explosion and he was
severly bleeding and there was blood stains all of him.I was completely shocked, scared and terrified, I stood there and
didn't know what to do.A man who was standing next to me shouted on me "come on!, grap him
with me, lets take him to the hospital", I ran to him and carried my
neighbour with him, we went down to the street carrying my neighbour
where a kind man stopped his car and took us with him to the hospital.
Although I tied his cut off legs and squeezed his legs trying to stop
the bleeding, but by the time we arrived to the hospital, he was
already gone, as he was bleeding severly.
In the hospital they didn't do anything to him, because he was already
dead, they took him to the bodies refrigerator.shortly after his son (my neighbour's son) arrived to the hospital, he
was shouting and crying "where is he? I wanna see him", we went to the
bodies refrigeraotr, and it wasn't actually a refrigerator, bodies were
lying on the floor, as there were too many bodies and there weren't
enough rooms for them in the frig.The view of the bodies lying on the floor was very disgusting and sad,
most of the bodies were victims of the mortar attacks.
Anyway, my neighbour relatives came to the hospital and brought coffin
for there dead relative, we took the body and headed back to my
neighbour house, so that his wife and kids can see him for the last
time before they bury him. I told them not to take him to his parents,
because it would be very painful for his kids to see their father dead
and his legs cut off, anyway, his son insisted on taking him back home.
We took him back to his house, and there was his wife and kids waiting
for him and by that time they didn't know whether their father was dead
or not, by the time they saw the coffin they started screaming,
shouting and crying. I was very touched seeing the tears of his little
kids crying with so much pain.
Shortly after that, his son said "lets take him to the cemetery, I want
him to be buried before it gets dark". so they took him to the cemetery
right away. the considerd him as a martyr.(In islam the martyr should be buried right away, with his blood and
with his clothes he was wearing when he died).Anyway, we went to the cemetery, and the handlers started to bury him,
I was standing with my cousin, near them watching them, before they
were done closing his grave, another round of mortar attacks took place
very very close to the cemetery, people just started to run and left
his grave not completely closed, Me and my cousin closed his grave and
ran to the car and headed back home.
When me and my cousin went back, my neighbours told us that another
mortar missile fell on my grandmoah's house but it didn't explode,
thank god it didn't explode because my grandmoah was alone in the
thats what happened yesterday, god knows what more can happen.

...ands we're back

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