Fifth Day
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unday
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18, 2012
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lied to me trying to keep me calm. Not knowing that
I felt it already, they informed me that my kids were
killed.
That very moment, despite looking calm, I
screamed ‘NO! This could never be the truth!’ But
there inside my heart, I knew it was. I was simply
trying to convince myself that I still had not lost
them. God help me and accept my kids as martyrs.
2. Testimony of Um Wael Iseefan, 52,
grandmother
of
martyrs:1
That night we were sleeping when I heard
an airstrike in the house. I stepped up to my son`s
apartment to see what was happening. Fewmoments
later, my son Salama was shouting for help. His
head was bleeding! I asked Salama`s wife about the
children, she didn`t answer because of her shock!
Salama, however, told me that they were under the
rubble in need for help.
Ahmad, my other son, moved my two
grandkids from under the rubble. No one helped
him because the ambulance was not able to reach
our area because of the continuous bombing. Thus,
we hurried to our neighbour, a paramedic, to stop
Salama’s bleeding. When, too late, the ambulance
arrived, they transferred the kids to hospital to
announce their death. God help their parents.
1
An interview with Um Wael Abuseyfan on Sunday
27/12/2012, at the martyrs’ home in Jabalia, northern of the Gaza
Strip.
