On the twentieth day of the war on Gaza, while we were collecting firewood for my mother to prepare our breakfast, the sky lit with fearful sounds and missiles fell all around us on our village mosque. Shrapnels scattered around us here and there. I...
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Children's Writings
This section contains writings by children and young people mainly on their daily lives, dreams sufferings, aggression and aspirations. The last testimonies are the children writtings about their horrific experience during the Israeli aggression on Gaza. The pictures were illustrated separately, independent of the text.
It was a beautiful day in the life of a middle class family. By sunrise a smile was drawn on the faces of all members of the family after seven days of fear and horror, killings and devastation to which their area was subjected to in Gaza Strip. The...
This dialogue is between two little Palestinian sisters who died by bombardment in Gaza . (Lama is the younger one). Lama: It is too cold here, why is the grave too cold and shiny like metal? Hiba: This is not a grave; this is the morgue, which we us...
Stories of children about grandparents & homeland
Stories of children about grandparents & homeland Name: Ghadeer Al Sha'er, 11 Years My grandfather's will My father used to tell us what his father told him to do, he showed him the key of their house in Acre and told him about the land robbed by the...
Stories from Real Life My Forgotten Story I will not start with the usual “once upon a time” since what I am going to say has not yet become part of the past and is still on-going. One day, I went out with my family for an outing on the beach. While...
Rasha Jalal Basyouni - (11 years) Once upon a time there was a beautiful small bird. He was very sad because his mother died and left him alone. The bird flew far to visit his grandmother. When he got there, his grandmother hugged him, and he asked h...
They Killed Everything We Love
They Killed Everything We Love In one of the black nights, and it was a Wednesday, the Israeli occupation invaded Beit Hanoun, and all the tanks with its artillery and huge bulldozers were destroying everything, and we slept scared, and in the black...
Who Will Care for the Rose Tree
Now That He Is Gone, Who Will Care For the Rose Tree Watching the sunset, here I am trying to put my feelings into words. It is not merely words and expressions that pass by, but rather deeply hearted feelings. Should I say they are the outcome of a...
I will not start with the usual “once upon a time” since what I am going to say has not yet become part of the past and is still on-going. One day, I went out with my family for an outing on the beach. While walking there I saw a young girl sitting b...
Timo and Farfur by Muna Wasef Azzaneen, 10 years Once upon a time there was a 9 year old boy named Timo, an only son to his parents. He liked to play and have fun but did not have any friends at school in spite of his excellent achievements. Timo suf...
Friends of the kitchen =1= I am the delicious orange. My juice is a health clinic =2= Ask the cold and the headache and the pain about me, I am the Lemon of Gaza strip. =3= I am the colorful grapes, the most delicious meal for man, they have me on ch...