De Israelische Terreur 122

Anja Meulenbelt verblijft op dit moment in Gaza en bericht daar vandaan op haar weblog. Vandaag had ze dit bericht:

How a Beit Hanun family was destroyed

http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/786928.html

By Amira Hass

The first shell that struck the house sent up a big cloud of dust and smoke. The parents and older children felt around in the sudden darkness of the morning, looking for the small children - to see if anyone had been hurt, to find and hold them, to run with them into the street.Zahar, 33, is now lying wounded in the hospital in Beit Hanun; she has undergone one operation to remove shrapnel from her abdomen and is waiting for another on her leg. She was unhurt by the first shell. So was her 9-year-old son Sa’ed. They lived on the first floor of the house, in the east wing. After the first shell, she ran to where he was sleeping under the window. The light filtered in through the cloud of dust, and she saw his blanket was covered by fragments of broken glass. She pulled it off and found him shaking. “You weren’t hit,” she said, urging him to run and join her other children, May, Rami and Fadi, who fled with her downstairs.
Her 14-year-old daughter May helped her find her headscarf, skirt and pants, but she had no time to cover her head. Holding 5-month-old Maha, Zahar ran to the lane below the house. She gave the baby to a sister-in-law so she could put on her scarf, and then the second shell fell on the east wing of the house.
Was Sa’ed killed by this shell or by the third one, which also struck the house dead on? She does not remember. She was hit by the fourth shell, which struck the veranda.
But at this point, Zahar was still unharmed. She bent over Sa’ed, who was lying with all the other dead and wounded in the lane. A few seconds earlier, the other family members had run panicked into the street to get out of the house after the first shell. Zahar wiped the blood from Sa’ed’s mouth and ran to the main street, calling for help. She ran back to her son to try to revive him, to wake him, and then the fourth shell hit.
At first she did not notice she had been wounded, that she was bleeding and her leg was torn down to the bone. She sat down among the bodies and tried to bring Sa’ed back to life. Her second son, Fadi, was injured. She doesn’t know which shell did it. Her third son, Rami, fled into the garden of his uncle and neighbor, Dr. Hussein Athamneh, but the sixth shell found him there. Rami then ran into the street, toward the house of his uncle and aunt. The seventh shell found him outside their house, where it exploded.
The seven shells killed 18 members of the Athamneh family that day.
The shells had eyes
“It was as if the shells had eyes: Wherever we ran, they followed us,” said Tahani, Zahar’s sister-in-law, whose 12-year-old son Mahmoud was killed by the second shell. “The first shell woke us. I gathered the children. The son whose hand I was holding, Mahmoud, is the one I lost. We didn’t know where to go. We ran downstairs, we were barefoot. My daughter said her feet were burning from the heat of the explosion. The second shell fell when we were already downstairs. I went and turned over the children’s bodies, to see who was who, until I found Mahmoud. '

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