Before 3 days our first day in hell started when my mother answered the phone and talked with my aunt. My aunt told my mother that my father's uncle was killed that day by bullets from an American soldier. The police called my cousin who was going to make her engage party in the next day. The police asked her if he know somebody called "s". She told him that she knows him very well and so they told her that he was injured and he was taken to the hospital. My cousine began to cry and yell and told her parents what the police told her. My uncle and his husbend go at once to the hospital and found him died. My aunt's husband told the American soldiers that uncle "s" is an old man in the age of 78 and it was clear that he is not a terror. The soldiers told him that they are sorry.
Uncle " s" didn't die because he was 78 years old, not even because he lived at least 50 years with one kidney. & Not because he was tired of fighting for raising his children after his wife death. Uncle "s" died because An American soldier shot him and he was die in the same date of his brother’s death, the eighth of March.
I didn't cry that day. I was surprised and I couldn't study neither could to sleep as a human. I couldn't do anything; I just sat thinking of what next.....
The next was in the next day....
In the morning we went to school not at the time we use to, because Aya was in a bad temper that morning and she wasn't like to go to nursery.
We reach the school at about 7:45. The windows were broken, the girls were crying and the teachers were in panic. Some girls running, other's talking and the rest are crying. Everything looks strange. My friend Maas was the first one I talked to. She told me that a mortar fell in our school garden.
After then, The police came; some of them went to the roof and the rest in the garden and the school yard. You don’t know how much the girls felt in peace when they saw the police!
They girls who didn't cried before, cried this time. And when we finally helped one girl to feel better and stop crying, the other girl began to cry and so on.
As you know it's not legal to hold a mobile in the school. The teachers are the only one who can hold it. At that time we were all need it especially when the police said that there is a another boom which didn't explode yet. With the help of Allah, we found a girl who brought her mobile with her that day. I used it and called my father, told him the story and asked him to came and take us to the home. I cried when I talked to him because I couldn't stand more against my pain.
My father reached the school and took me and my sister and sunshine to our home.
Add yesterday to these two days. It was also a very bad day. Began with news that my friend’s father died on cancer. And ended with a bombing car in our neighbor.
The explosion was very big that I felt that I died and then returned to life.
And because I am a life. I wite this post.