Before sunrise, I finish the last swipe of pita and humous, take my tools and head out to the tunnel under construction below the school grounds. Other men gather and we bow down barefoot on the ground to pray the first Morning Prayer. Ahmed sets the timer for the rockets towards Israel. Then he joins us underground digging the tunnel towards our enemy, Israel. Hands and faces, black and grimy, but we are fired by an inner passion to overcome our enemy, the Jew.
After a few hours of labor, we rest exhausted on mats. Suddenly, an explosion.
“Allah Akbar”.
After a few hours of labor, we rest exhausted on mats. Suddenly, an explosion.
“Allah Akbar”.
