CHAPTER ONE:
THE TRAGEDY OF
WAR
...All
I saw was Robert’s hand. “Robert! Robert!” I screamed from the top
of my lungs. I couldn’t see the rest of him. The entire room was in
flames. Pieces of metal and wood, that surely would have killed me
had I left the room just a second later, were sticking out of the
wall as if they had been there all the time. I was confused and
disoriented. I kept wondering, why, why, why is this happening?
Please, God, don’t let anything happen to Robert. He’s my
hero.
At the same time, my mother, who was in an adjacent
room, began to panic and started screaming incoherently. Disoriented
and scared, she tried to jump out the window. But my dad pulled her
back in the nick of time, saving her life.
The house
continued to fill with smoke. I stood there as my world was
spinning. All I could hear were explosions and screaming and more
screaming and noise. On one side I saw the room where Robert was
engulfed in flames and on the other, I saw my mother almost jump to
her death.
And the bombs kept coming, one after another after
another. With each one, I was shaken to the core, and as soon as I
got my balance from one, another would strike. Before that, we had
never experienced even a single bomb, so we weren’t prepared to
handle them, but then again, who could ever get used to bombs? Those
bombs were among the first to be dropped. The Lebanese Civil War had
officially begun...
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