All of my friends are wearing
shorts. So I roll up my jeans and tuck the hem of my shirt inside.
Not even my clothes or my mom’s warnings to keep them neat and clean are going to stop me from having fun!
We race down to the beach. I make it first. I stand tall in front of all the other boys and give them a proud look. I had always been the fastest among them.
Taha takes a handful of sand and throws it on my face. Samir steps on my foot and I fall down. We all laugh.
Then we chase each other and start splashing water
Life to us is very simple. We enjoy little things and we are always happy.
After a while, we look up the sky and see something flying. We don’t live near an airport and I have never seen a plane this close. Then it comes closer and the sound becomes deafening.
We all start running. Our feet don’t touch the ground.
I live in Gaza so this means one thing.
I don’t look back. I run. We hide in a container. And I hear a missile launched.
I see the beach and my grandfather walking out of the water towards me. His skin is still wounded and his shirt has holes in it. But he is no longer bleeding. He is still dressed in the same clothes he wore the night I last saw him. A big smile decorates his face.
He touches my cheek. I go into his embrace and walk towards the depth of the sea.
Not even my clothes or my mom’s warnings to keep them neat and clean are going to stop me from having fun!
We race down to the beach. I make it first. I stand tall in front of all the other boys and give them a proud look. I had always been the fastest among them.
Taha takes a handful of sand and throws it on my face. Samir steps on my foot and I fall down. We all laugh.
Then we chase each other and start splashing water
Life to us is very simple. We enjoy little things and we are always happy.
After a while, we look up the sky and see something flying. We don’t live near an airport and I have never seen a plane this close. Then it comes closer and the sound becomes deafening.
We all start running. Our feet don’t touch the ground.
I live in Gaza so this means one thing.
I don’t look back. I run. We hide in a container. And I hear a missile launched.
I see the beach and my grandfather walking out of the water towards me. His skin is still wounded and his shirt has holes in it. But he is no longer bleeding. He is still dressed in the same clothes he wore the night I last saw him. A big smile decorates his face.
He touches my cheek. I go into his embrace and walk towards the depth of the sea.
