Father works now in Gaza, making metal parts for rockets. His salary’s barely enough to feed our family of eight. Mother coughs. She needs medicine. Father buys the medicine, so he can’t pay the tax demanded by Hamas. He doesn’t come home from work.
Hamas promises candy to children, like my twin brothers, whom they hung by their shirts on the fence near the rocket launcher. Israel returned fire. Inshallah Israel will save us from Hamas.