A Story from Gaza, Palestine
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moe100 (student)
It was two a.m. in the morning when the telephone rang suddenly while the silence had the sovereignty. I got up feeling that there is something in the air since it is just the war. "Who could be this?" I asked myself, but couldn't extrapolate whom the caller was. At that time, I was really beside myself, afraid of hearing some bad news. I stood steadily, stepped forward, and answered the phone. "Hello, who is this?" I wanted to know, but that voice was so familiar to me. It was my uncle. His voice was so inaudible, and weird that I thought for a moment it is someone else. Now, I am sure that what I am going to hear will never be pleasant. "What is it uncle? What is the matter?" I said while tearing my hair out. I started to be a nag because I had got a knot in my tummy, but he did not say a word. Through his silence, it was
lucid to figure that someone had passed away. But I still did not know who it was, and I was not even certain of that. He decided to speak, "Mohammed, you know that your cousin, Ramy, decided to volunteer to help rescuing the casualties at Al Shifaa' Hospital, but this time he could do nothing to rescue himself." Once he had finished telling these words, I was totally shocked! I sat for a moment trying to get it. I could not believe that the 27-year old guy who was more than a brother to me was gone that simply! That ...
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lucid to figure that someone had passed away. But I still did not know who it was, and I was not even certain of that. He decided to speak, "Mohammed, you know that your cousin, Ramy, decided to volunteer to help rescuing the casualties at Al Shifaa' Hospital, but this time he could do nothing to rescue himself." Once he had finished telling these words, I was totally shocked! I sat for a moment trying to get it. I could not believe that the 27-year old guy who was more than a brother to me was gone that simply! That ambitious man who was waiting to get his mastere's certificate the nxet morning, but it seems like his dad was supposed to be the one who has the honor of getting it instead of his son. My tears could not put with my gloom anymore, and soon I ran out of them. What made things go worse is that my mom was awake at that time. Now, I got to find a way to tell her that the boy she had loved up to the maximum did not make it. She looked at me, and asked " what happened?" I could not keep it inside, and stay silent that I wanted to share my pain with her. Through my tears I told her what had ocuured to him. Once she knew about it, she started quivering, shivering, and crying with a voice I could hear. It was really distressful to see my mother crying before my eyes. At that moment, she wanted to know how he was murdered, so I started telling her. As known, he received his master's degree in medical technology in the Islamic University on December 2nd, 2008 and his dream was to get the certificate himself after working so many months to come up with something that nobody discovered before. Saturday 27th, was a special day to him because it was the day before he gets his master's cerificate after finding out a new gene in the human's DNA. Unfortunately, at 12 o'colck p.m., the war was started. Although he did not have to go to work inasmuch as it was his day off, he decided to get there and help saving the victims of that obdurate war. His dad felt very anxious about him. However, he still knows that it was his son's job even though he had to go through this jeopardy. At that day, Ramy did his best to save the day, and he was entirely tired. Before he decided to get back home, he had had his dinner with his friends. Even though he felt down in the dumps because of the dismembered people and casualties he saw all the day, he was laughing with his friends, feeling happy that he did what he was supposed to do, but he did not know that he was getting closer, and closer to his fate. "Now it is time to go home and see my wife, and my children, Mohammed and Lian,." he said. He decided to wait by the mosque for a taxi at 1 a.m., but rarely could he see anyone. That is why he called his brother, Abd Allah, and asked him to come to pick him up with their own car, but the F-16 Fighting Falcon flying in the sky, searching for its next target was faster than Abd Allah's car. The F-16 bombed it. Bombed the mosque which Ramy was still waiting for his brother by with two shells! The mosque was razed, and Ramy got a hit at his head, and bled till death. That was the night before the morning he was supposed to receive his certificate in, but it seems like he had the honor to be a martyr instead. I believe that he was a real hero who benefited his country while alive, and dead as well. I'll never forget you, my hero!
