Afrasianet - Dr. Hani Al-Akkad - It seems that the occupation leaders regretted leaving Gaza without being destroyed, crushed and erased from existence, as they did in Khan Younis and Rafah, so they returned to it again because they did not satisfy their desire for revenge and did not congratulate them, and the people returned to rebuild what was destroyed to live among the rubble and on the rubble, so their planes, tanks, and missiles are bombing the city again in a cursed war that does not exclude people, trees or stones.

A million people and more are now facing a real war of extermination in Gaza City, including them Those who race against time to get out of the city because they have another place in the south to which the occupation asked to be displaced, and some of them do not know where to go or where to move their families, staying in Gaza City means facing death and survival while staying there, the percentage has become decreasing as the occupation increases in its power and madness, as it escalates its attacks on houses with every minute, smoke rises from several areas in the city and a fire reaches the sky with the fall of rockets, tons of rubble flying.

In the air, some of them fall on the heads of those in tents next to the buildings and towers that have become a target of the crazy occupation planes, crazy bombardment without caring about any soul in the place.

The occupation warns the citizens to evacuate the towers and tall buildings, only gives them a few minutes, the time is not measured here in minutes but in seconds, and everyone runs to collect everything they can collect, the children collect their toys and belongings, the mother gathers the necessities of life in the tents such as cooking and baking tools, and the father collects the bags of official papers and documents of the family.

Within minutes maybe they can save something from their belongings they don't have time to take all these things down the stairs especially that the elevators are broken because there is no electricity but they know that they can't move all their luggage and mattresses so they have the important things in front of them and what is left is a lot and what is saved is little and then the importance of staying away from the building remains.

Panic, terror and screaming all around, the scene is really terrifying, terrifying outside, everyone is running and furniture is falling from above, clothes and mattresses are flying, some throw doors to be used later in cooking as firewood to be able to move and some throw cupboards for the same purpose, it's minutes before the destruction and the building turned into a pile of rubble, minutes that no human being could imagine outside the scene, but those who lived through the experience imagine all this horror that it is a struggle with time and a mixture between the fear of death and the fear that They don't save anything from their home, the body trembles and the soul refuses to leave the place, it's part of the cursed war with the details of a scene from a million similar scenes to the residents of Gaza, terrifying details of the moments of evacuation from a multi-storey building that the occupation wants to bomb with American-made planes and missiles.

In a moment that passes the minutes in which it is allowed to stay in the place according to what the occupation officer determines, everyone runs away from the place to the streets far from the place, and everyone starts after seconds to hear the sound of the terrifying explosions, to see their building collapse like floors of biscuits in the hands of an angry child, their eyes to the sky watching the warplanes throwing their lava at their buildings, in a moment the dust and smoke mix as if it were the smoke of a stupid volcano that has lost its mind, it is only a few minutes for some people to return to see what Their building was destroyed and it was nothing but a pile of rubble, scattered among its layers many of their belongings that remained, few could identify their belongings because the rubble had destroyed them.

It's moments like the resurrection that no one imagined." A while ago, we had a house here and we were sitting waiting for lunch at the dining table, but the occupation deprived us of food and deprived us of everything," said everyone who left the building.

Here begins a new journey of torment, it is a journey of searching for a tent to stay in and spend the night or looking for a means of transportation to take them to another place, whether to the south or to the shore of the Gaza Sea, where thousands of people still insist on staying there because they know that if they leave the city, there may be no return.

In another scene, the people of Gaza say goodbye to their homes, their neighborhoods and streets and take pictures everywhere, they take pictures of houses, streets and alleys because they do not believe that they will survive in the shadow of this barbaric war that targets their city with its civilian structure, they say goodbye to their houses, doors, walls, corners of their rooms and what remains of their furniture, they deposit their gardens, trees and flowers, some of them accept the land, and some embrace the walls.

Some of them bring the doors of the house with them to keep a memory if they do not use it as wood for cooking. A tragic scene that has not been filmed in cinema and has not come to anyone's mind and has not been written in history except in Gaza, a scene that reflects the state of losing hope to return home and is as it is not destroyed by the occupation, as the occupation army is coming with its tanks and bulldozers to the city to demolish it, level its buildings with the ground, bulldoze its streets and lanes and destroy everything in it, the occupation army is coming to the city with all its military tools to fight the infrastructure, buildings, buildings, markets, schools, hospitals, streets and roads, blowing them up with booby-trapped robots and The missiles of the planes, an army coming to kill everyone who remains in the city, it only cares about killing and does not want to see a person in the city, even if he is incapacitated or old, fate and circumstances did not help him to leave the city like the rest left.

Another scene that transports us to the displacement of people in the streets by the thousands, furnishing their homes and what they have in the harshest scene that man can imagine and that can come as a result of any war in the world, children and women carrying some necessities walking in heavy steps that advance one inch at each step, not just because of fatigue, but to own the heart of everyone who walks on the street, leaving behind his soul that does not want to be separated from his body, leaving a soul that refuses to be displaced and walks with a body that trembles with grief and pain and fear of the horrors of this war Barbarism.

Another scene, but this time not along the coastal road between Gaza and the southern area, i.e. Al-Rashid Street, where IDPs' cars are crowded along the horizon but inside the sea in the blue waters, the water that the waves are ashamed of disturbing, a small boat with two paddles transporting a citizen from Gaza whose luggage is on his shoulder to escape death, he did not find a way to transport him to the south displaced except this small boat.

What is striking in the picture is that his sons and his wife are carrying their luggage that they were able to carry in the boat and a water tank in the middle of the boat, the distance by sea from Gaza to Khan Younis is about 30 kilometers, of course the boat is not steamy and the owner of the boat is the only man in the boat, that is, he is the one who rows and drives the boat, notice with me how long it takes this man to reach the Mawasi area in Khan Younis. 

He spends the night in the sea a short distance from the shore between the crashing waves and the bullets of the occupation gunboats flying over the heads of his family members, here death equals life.

Every displacement is death and every departure from home is a horrible thing that is not accepted by logic, nature does not say it, and no madman accepts it, how can the world accept it and how it sees all this loss and does not move a finger, leaving Israel to wipe out an entire city, demolish its towers, destroy its streets and everything, force the inhabitants to leave and threaten death to those who remain, some of whom have been displaced ten times and some who have been displaced more, and each time death is equal to life.

In displacement, we lose souls, bodies from our bodies, and from our family members martyrs who rise on the way from death to death, the heart and soul remain in place, refusing to displace, the body walks trembling, the mind almost never stops looking at the pictures of the house and imagining what might happen if it is bombed, and often it is bombed and becomes a pile of rubble.

It is a life of displacement for those who do not know it, a life that is closer to death and death without hunger, deprivation, oppression and deprivation, it is the bitter tragedy of displacement and the story of every citizen in Gaza in different details, the title is the same and the details are terrifying in every scene.

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