How Some People Spent the Weekend

" When the bombings slowed down a little bit, my friend went outside with his kid and watched some kids in the neighborhood as they were playing. He kept holding his kid in his arms. Suddenly a missile hit the neighborhood. All of those kids outside died. All of them. His kid was hit too and died in his father's arms. His father was holding him in his arms to protect him, but he still died from that missile. They still can't bury the kid, every time they go to bury him they start getting hit by missiles. They've tried three time so far and they still cannot reach the graveyard to bury the kid, so they went back home with the dead kid. They're saying 800 Palestinians died, but it's way more than that. Those 800 are the bodies that were counted, but a lot of bodies were buried under their houses and nobody is counting them, probably they'll never be counted. Houses are filled with dead family members who cannot be buried. Ambulances are being attacked too. Those ambulances carry the red cross sign but they're still getting hit by missiles too. Gaza is 12 miles long, 8 wide, but there are one and half million people trapped inside this hell and people are still blaming them for it "