Writing About Protest Flashcards
I yearned for…
But here I was, thrust into a reality far beyond my years, where childhood innocence was overshadowed by the relentless struggle for sustenance. Amidst the echoes of unemployment and the cries of hungry children, we journeyed far to fetch food from supply drops, a bitter reminder of our dependence on others for survival. It felt like a cruel mockery of our plight, a relentless insult added to the injuries of our shattered lives.
Instead of going to school..
Instead of going to school, we were told to stay home because it was safer. No where was safe.
Each night brought the same terrifying symphony of chaos. Israeli soldiers patrolled the borders, their presence a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond our doorstep. And then came the missiles, raining down upon our village with merciless precision, tearing through homes and lives without remorse.
Hours later…
Hours later, with the sun slipping beneath the horizon, we returned to our homes. I was terrified. We all were. It wasn’t merely the fear of imminent danger that gripped me; it was the chilling realisation that our turn could come at any moment. In those moments of quiet desperation, hope emerged as our sole lifeline, a fragile beacon amidst the darkness of uncertainty.
Moments later…
Moments later, my father came into my room and knelt beside me, with a solemn expression etched upon his weary face.
“Mohammed, listen to me,” he whispered, his voice heavy with sorrow. “ I need to go away for a little while. I’ll be back soon, I promise. Take care of your sister, protect her with all you have.”
Without replying, I nodded, my heart heavy with worry. I knew where he was going. I knew he was not returning. He had made his decision—to enlist in the war.
My father had always embodied courage…
My father had always embodied courage. I aspired to be like him, yet in that moment, I felt nothing but the tremors of fear coursing through my veins. I was just a frightened child, yearning to be as brave as he was.
I stood, frozen as II watched him disappear into the darkness, his figure fading into the night. But as the first light of dawn broke through the horizon, there was no sign of his return
