First Day
W
ednesday
, N
ovember
14, 2012
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street. It was only a few minutes before we heard
the sound of a huge explosion that shook the house.
I was talking to my mom and sisters when one of
my sisters shouted, ‘it’s the house! It’s our house!’
We hurried downstairs and went out of the
house. The house was not the target, though! The
target was the breadwinner of the house; my father,
and my bother!
When the ambulance arrived, paramedics
transferred Muhammad to the hospital and no one
actually noticed that dad was missing! An hour later,
my cousin, Nasser, asked us if anyone has seen dad!
We started to look for him elsewhere. It was night
and it was too dark to see anything.
Though everyone knew it was a difficult
task to find him in darkness, all started looking for
him. We were about to lose hope when suddenly,
my cousin shouted, ‘I found him! I did! Come here
now!’
I didn’t have the courage to see my dead father.
Dad was under the rubble. He was thrown
10 meters away from the house due to the bombing.
Dad was moved to a hospital. He was killed. I wish
God accept him as a martyr.
