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In Gaza, ‘we hate the night for what Israel does to us’

A missile explodes in Gaza City during an Israeli air strike on October 8, 2023 [Mahmud Hams/AFP]

Gaza Strip – When I was a kid, big, rumbling Israeli bulldozers rolled into our neighbourhood one day and flattened all the houses. Just like that.

The grownups were sad, but they did not seem surprised.

We moved from shelters to borrowed houses for years until we finally managed to find a home of our own in Fokhari, east of Khan Younis in the southern Gaza Strip.

We’re close to the Rafah crossing into Egypt and to the separation fence. It has been turbulent, but at least we haven’t had to move so often.

A stained day

When I woke up on Saturday, it was to the sound of rockets being fired. We were pretty sure they were Palestinian rockets being fired into our occupied lands outside Gaza. Lands that our grandparents were forced out of 75 years ago during the Nakba, lands some of us have never been allowed to step onto.

They went on for hours. It wasn’t clear what the reason was though. Was it retaliation because Israel assassinated a Hamas leader? They do that sometimes, assassinate people in the ruling party of Gaza.

Were the rockets a response to what was happening in Al-Aqsa Mosque for the past week, the settler incursions and violence against Muslims trying to pray there?

It could have been anything, Israel does so much to Palestine and the Palestinians.

Rockets launched from the Gaza Strip towards Israel, in Gaza, Saturday, October 7, 2023 [Hatem Moussa/AP Images]

Then the mosque loudspeakers came on people started sending around news and pictures on their phones. A large group of resistance fighters had snuck out of Gaza, “infiltrating” our own occupied lands.

The scenes were horrific, they resembled so many we had seen before from Gaza. But this time, the people lying dead on the ground were not Palestinians. Any and all deaths are traumatic.

It was surreal, like a horror film, staining the day.

Looking at our occupied lands

Palestinians poured out of their homes and into the streets – there was confusion in the air.

They shouted as the rockets fired by the resistance streaked overhead – any show of strength, of being able to stand up to the occupier soothed them a little, made a lifetime devoid of hope seem a little more bearable.

To know that Palestinian youth had entered Palestinian lands – lands that had always been so difficult to reach, if not impossible – and were fighting the occupier, face to face. And at the same time, to know that this occupier, supported by the occupier’s powerful, rich friends, will now turn around and annihilate as many Palestinians as it can. What an internal conflict.

When Mohammed Deif, commander-in-chief of Hamas’s armed wing, the Izz al-Din al-Qassam Brigades, spoke, he told the world they were implementing a different type of operation, an actual deployment of ground forces.

The speech did not dissipate the fear and anxiety that hovers over any news of resistance acts. How many of Gaza’s people would die this time?

He said the fence Israel had built to pen us in was now open, that people could go and enter their lands. Hundreds, thousands, of people, headed out of Khan Yunis to the fence.

Palestinians celebrate as an Israeli military vehicle burns after it was hit by Palestinian gunmen who infiltrated areas of southern Israel, at the Israeli side of the Israel-Gaza border, October 7, 2023 [Yasser Qudih/Reuters]

Some were young, barely more than teenagers, while some were elderly people who had dreamt of returning to this occupied land since 1948.

The first moments were of intense joy documented on their mobile phones to share with the world. But eventually, everyone had to go home.

Mothers weep helplessly for their children

Warplanes began to prowl the skies above Gaza. Retaliation.

I heard the planes fire at people in the border areas.

Bodies began to arrive at the European Hospital by our house. News reports spoke of dozens wounded. The Ministry of Health announced there were 100 killed, and the number steadily increased.

The voices of the martyrs’ families, full of pain and loss, filled the air. More than 50 had died in Khan Yunis.

Loss is so very painful.

These people had dreams, their families had a future they imagined for them, but now there is only great sorrow.

Mothers’ tears for their children flowed in abundance as if to quench the land thirsty for their children.

Sabreen Abu Daqqa reacts before the funeral of her daughter and two sons, who were killed in Israeli strikes, in Khan Younis in the southern Gaza Strip, October 8, 2023 [Ibraheem Abu Mustafa/Reuters]

Gaza’s painful night

During the early hours of that night, Israel began annihilating families and destroying homes.

The extermination started in the south of the Gaza Strip. Nineteen members of the Abu Qouta family were killed in Rafah. A young family was massacred in Beit Hanoon further north – 18 people gone: men, women, children.

The missiles, large and heavy, send strong vibrations through the ground, light up the sky with an intense red colour, and perforate our eardrums with such loud explosions.

They drove scores of people who live in the border areas to take refuge in UNRWA schools, hoping that they would be safe. But in my experience, Israel does not care about such things.

Palestinians react as they search through the rubble of a house destroyed in Israeli strikes in Khan Younis, in the southern Gaza Strip, October 8, 2023 [Ibraheem Abu Mustafa/Reuters]

Displacement and rage

It wasn’t unusual to see people killed when I was a kid. “Martyrs!” The men would shout, scant comfort to the mothers who were screaming in horrified pain over the children snatched so cruelly from them. I was seven years old, marvelling at the level of emotion in the street.

Ten years later, I had to give up on being a high school student because we had to flee, displaced as we ran from the Israeli army’s ground incursion of 2008.

The nights were the hardest, that’s when you can’t sleep and stay up, feverishly reading the news or waiting to hear anything.

Whole families stay in one room, so they can survive together or die together. It’s a difficult thought to process, but this is what we feel in Gaza, especially during the nights.

As soon as we realised the next assault was coming, people rushed out to buy supplies for a few days, but no shops had enough stock to fulfil the demand. Electricity, internet and water are almost completely cut off.

We pray all the time. We never know when one of us may die as the Israeli army targets more and more homes. This morning, I woke up choking from something the missiles were carrying. There are claims of incendiary white phosphorous being used in the missiles. I don’t know.

My friend lost her husband, another friend lost her brother, and the principal of my primary school lost her nephew.

I see horrific posts on Facebook. I can’t console anyone – I can only cry.

We all need consolation during this assault, especially during the night.

We hate the night, not for what it is, but for what Israel does to us during its long, dark hours.

Translated from the Arabic.

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