Third Day
F
riday
, N
ovember
16, 2012
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Mahmoud was near the door; I hurried out but I did
not find him. I walked a little bit and there he was.
My neighbor Ayman Abu Warda was there, too. I
sat on my knees and started removing some dust.
There was Mahmoud. I wasn’t able to know if he
was injured; he was not bleeding. When my mother
arrived, she found that my uncle Hassan had taken
him to the ambulance.
3. Testimony of Sameeha Abu Warda, 50,
Mother of Martyr Ayman:1
On the third day of the war, at 10 am,
Ayman went out to bring us a cylinder of cooking
gas. When he brought it and put it on the stairs, he
went out to have a cup of tea with his uncle who was
living next door. He went out once again.
I was sitting in my house when, suddenly, I
heard the glass shatter. Othman, my son, was crying
when he said, “Ayman is dead!” I rushed to the
street but I could not find my son Ayman.
1
An interview with Sameeha Abu Warda on Sunday,
3/2/2013, at her house in Jabalia, northern the Gaza Strip.
