Death

She woke up to the blaring sound of explosives and the tumbling of a building nearby. 


Hamza’s eyes opened briskly before she sat herself on her makeshift bed, viewing for her family deep in slumber, perceiving the sound of their breathing.


All of them are alive, and awake with a sense of trepidation and worry glossing their eyes, gazing back at her.


“Hamza,” She failed to perceive her mother getting up and tenderly nudging her, as she tethered herself to reality she was distortedly unaligned with another cacophony emanating from the explosives. 


“Ammi,” She voiced shakily, as her hands turned clammy from the impending death which might discover her. Her family.


“We’re going to be okay,” Her mother tenderly embraces her, as Hamza’s hands twirled into fists, attempting to inject a vial of reassurance which is her mother’s words.


“They’re bombing far away from us,” Her mother voiced as Hamza felt her father bringing in water for them, having awoken from the sounds which ran anxiety deep in her veins. 


“Here, drink some water,” He handed a pair of glasses to the pair, which Hamza received with a frail grip, gobbling it in three sips, a few droplets fleeing the edge. 


“Let’s try to sleep, alright?” Hamza’s mother embraced her again before leading her back to bed, this time the embrace unwavering as Hamza was cocooned, her father pressing a kiss on her temple before he retired to slumber. 


What they were incognizant of was a pair of IOF soldiers lurking at the rear of their tent, having heard of the conversation which transpired. 


“It’s gonna be fun telling them to bomb Rafah to the ground,” One of the vile monsters voiced, a giggle escaping after. 


“They won’t know what hit them,” He chirped, an animalistic grin on his face.


The soldiers retired to a safe place in the dead of the night, fading into the distance from the several thousand Hamzas and families residing in their safe place. Few moments later, the locale befalls into a deadly silence before an explosive collides against the ground and all it destroyed was to a debris, ashes and unrealized dreams. 


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