Saturday May 22, 2021

Written by Mohammed Ismail

 

It’s been a week since the escalation in conflict started. Thankfully, a ceasefire has now been agreed upon.

I can already hear people’s voices in the streets chanting in happiness. Alhamdulillah, we’re still alive!

Alhamdulillah, we’re still here to talk about what we’ve lived through and experienced.

Alhamdulillah, my family and I are safe.

We’ve been through really unimaginable times over the last week.

At one point, we collected our belongings and prepared to run from the airstrikes. I kept hugging and kissing my children as if it were our last time together.

Death was literally at the doorstep of every Gazan.

 

Living through conflict: The reality

 

Members of the Al Koluk family: Abu Waseem and his son Sameh on Sameh’s wedding day (left), Sameh’s brother Abood (right).

I will tell you a story about one of the most dramatic nights that I lived through.

It was after midnight, around 12:30am, when Israeli airstrikes started. Unlike the previous three wars with Gaza, these new bombs were the kind that would destroy cement bunkers.

The bombs shook houses like an earthquake. I could see the windows shaking, the hanging light bulb swinging and the building moving.

Dozens of these kind of bombs were hurled at Gaza City simultaneously in a period of about ten minutes.

After the bombing stopped, I found out the targeting was in Al Wehda Street in a neighborhood I know. In a neighborhood where loved ones and relatives live.

My first concern was about the Al Koluk family – the in-laws of our colleague at Islamic Relief, Rami.

I called Rami to check on his in-laws. He told me: “We can’t reach them. We know nothing about what’s happened to them”.

I called again after a short while and he informed me: “Their building was leveled to the ground. We still do not know where they are”. During our third call, he said: “They are under the rubble. Rescue teams are trying to find them”.

I kept checking with Rami until the morning, but he was getting frustrated and I could hear his wife Reem crying about her family. She couldn’t go to see what had happened to the house because the airstrikes hadn’t stopped.

In the morning, about eight hours after the bombing, we still had no news on the Al Koluk family. I called Rami and met with him at the hospital.

He told me rescue teams had found his mother-in-law alive and brought her to the hospital. We were at the reception and his wife Reem was praying that her father would be alive.

Rami’s father-in-law Abu Waseem was brought to the hospital. But he did not survive. He’d passed away.

They called Reem to identify him. She was in floods of tears. She told them: “That is my father”.

 

In remembrance: The Al Koluk family

 

Sister-in-law Reham (left), brother-in—law Sameh and his son Qusai (right).

Abu Waseem was a lovely man. He would always make jokes and laugh.

I met him one day before the escalation of the conflict, during Ramadan. He knew Rami and I loved to go out for barbeques.

He asked if we were going to have another barbeque and we told him: “No barbeque parties any time soon”. We reassured him that we would plan one after Ramadan. He laughed and that is the last I remember of him.

My friend’s mother-in-law was brought to the hospital and is thankfully safe and sound. She was admitted to ICU. Our hopes of the rest of the family being alive were however shattered.

Ambulances brought Reem’s brother Abdulhameed. Reem Identified him and doctors pronounced him dead.

Abood, how everyone knew him, had graduated from Media College and hoped to become a journalist. He was savvy; like all other Gazans. He and his brother Medo were a cheerful pair.

Abood had started a small shop in the garage of their home. He decorated the shop. He sold chocolates and candy for Eid. He’d been waiting for Eid to dress up and take photos. To go out with his friends. He had now passed on.

Mohammed, or Medo as he was often called, was brought to the hospital alive. We were saying “Allahu Akbar” (God is the Greatest) in relief.

It had been about ten hours and the chances of anyone being alive was fading.

It was a miracle: he’d survived.

Then came Reham. She graduated as a computer engineer. She was ambitious.

She worked for a telephone company. She was our “inside-man” when we needed to pay the bills, to fix our subscriptions and when our internet connection cut.

She’d always help us with a big smile. She was loved in the family. She was the only girl, the spoiled one.

And, then she too passed.

The last one who was brought to the hospital was Sameh. He was the closest to his sister Reem. She had high hopes he would survive.

Sameh was the funniest in the family. He graduated from university in computer maintenance. He was helpful and full of energy.

I remember when I came to his wedding and he was dancing everywhere. I asked Rami: “What’s he on?” and Rami told me: “He is just happy”.

He loved his wife Ayat. They’d just celebrated the birth of their first son Qusai.

He was only six months old. He died. Along with his parents Sameh and Ayat.

In Gaza, the destiny of a whole neighborhood can be decided by others. The future is full of uncertainty.

One minute you can be sitting in your bedroom just living life and at the next moment, you could be buried in the ground.

Gazans are sick and tired of being treated like collateral damage and treated like our lives matter less.

Gazans are sick and tired of seeing every other person in the world live free when they still live under blockade.

Gazans are full of energy, potential and hope. Gazans love life. They are kind people.

They are known for being generous, for making spicy food, for planting strawberries and flowers, for being well educated, for their resilience, and for their love of freedom.

May the ceasefire now bring a new period of peace, insha’Allah.

We will always remember you, the Al Koluk family. May you rest in peace eternally.

ʾInnā li-llāhi wa-ʾinna ʾilayhi rājiʿūn.

To God we belong and to God we return.

 

This blog is dedicated to the memory of Abu Waseem, Abdulhameed, Reham, Sameh, Ayat and Qusai.

May you all rest in peace.

 

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