If you don't believe this story then what will you believe? This is a small glimpse of what really happened?

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A flash from the Lebanese memory.

Never shall I forget that day that began as any other. That day that turned my life into one long night. That instant when bombs pierced the sky and explosions flashed in the daylight, and my homeland was viciously pounded by the missiles of Israel.
I had to pinch my face. Was I still alive? Was I conscious? I couldn't believe it. But where was I? This was not my home. The rubble I lay under was not my bed. I strained to focus my eyes in the midst of the haze and smoke, and that’s when I began to hear the screaming. These were not cries of people for help, but for each other; fathers calling out for their daughters, sons for their mothers. Siblings for one another. And I was joining the voices.
I called out for my mother and father as any child would, not knowing what was wrong or what to expect. I moved quickly to push as much debris off of me as I could. I was battered and bruised, but the children surrounding me were much worse, their bodies mangled and broken. As I shouted and searched I saw a mother wailing as she clutched her limp child. It was obvious that the child was lifeless, but she held the infant as though a mother’s touch could indeed bring her child back.
Tears slid down my face as the scene came into focus around me. Buildings were torched and twisted; my school had no sign of life and the apartment building I had spent fourteen years of my life in was gone. Ten families had lived in my building. It was now an array of lifeless ruins.
I continued to search for my family, but with each turn I made any hope I had of finding them diminished. Still I searched, and I asked everyone alive if they knew where my family was; but no one had my relations on their mind– they were looking for their own. And then a voice called my name– "Zainab!". Over and over this voice called me and I realized it was that of my youngest brother, Mahdi. I wept and screamed because although I could hear Mahdi I could not find him. I called him, crying out his name until finally, beneath the wreckage, I found my brother. It was as though his bedroom had given way in the explosion and the ceiling had fallen in on him. I tried to remove the concrete but all my efforts were in vain.
I can not describe to you in words what he looked like, my poor brother– his normally glowing complexion masked by a mist of ash and pain. "Zainab, where’s Mama?" he whispered. To comfort him, I said that she was coming. I caressed his cheek and realized his face had been slashed by the shards of glass in the rubble. Mahdi asked for our mother and father over and over again, but all I could say was that they were coming for us both.

A few moments later Mahdi's breathing was much more strained and he struggled to speak. I stood up and began to scream for help; I cried out God’s name a million times and I pleaded and begged for someone to help us. I tried again to remove the rubble, but it was no use. I couldn’t move it and Mahdi couldn’t handle the pressure of the concrete on his small chest. "Zainab please get Mama, please Zainab!" My name was the last word his lips uttered. He moved no more and I was left alone to mourn my brother.
Though Mahdi was buried, I have yet to find my parents and my two other siblings.
A piece of me was stolen on that day in July, when Israel took from me my home and my family. Never shall I forget that day when all of Lebanon’s children cried for her and wept as they witnessed their motherland torn and shattered. We shall never forget.

I don't hate anybody as much as you wish i did. I was brought up not to hate im just sateing facts, the truth is hidden you have to want to search to find it. I state again i have no hate for anyone. i am 33 and i can tell you the first person i ever hated in my life was president Bush. And that started after the invation of afghanistan.

Answer 1

I am a Southern American. I have for many years followed the plight of victims of The Jewish State. The horrors they have inflicted on there neighbors..its terrible, have written many letters to the editor, many letters to my congressman and the President.have talked with people about how there ways are evil.I wish to God I could help you in some way.All I can do really is pray for Y'all. I do Pray. May Gods Spirit be with you and your family and your people.

Answer 2

Second time youve posted this and this is the second time Im going to tell you - this is propaganda, put out by a Lebanese person attempting to incite hate against Israel. Children rarely write with this type of clarity and intelligence. You are furthering the cause - most likely because you too are Lebanese.

AS Ive stated, I feel it nearly impossible to feel compassion for people who live with bronza age beleifs that lead to you killing each other. Want to stop the violence? Then drop the religion. thats what the main cause is, but you refuse to see that, calling it instead EVIL and TERRORISM - when really it is a religious war.

Answer 3

Ex-President of the U.S. Jimmy Carter has written a book about the mistreatment of Palestinians by the Isrealis. He is very influential and does not support Bush in the Middle East. I think we are at a turning point in history and that it is very important for everyone to keep their heads and stay cool. There is a global movement against intervention by a foreign power into the affairs of another nation, and a willingness worldwide for establishing dialogue that will lead to acceptance of cultural and religious differences. Everyone must do their part NOW. Revenge only perpetuates hatred and chaos. Your story is profoundly sad and, unfortunately, not rare enough. I am a Canadian woman who feels your pain, and I am not alone. Be brave.

Answer 4

Sorry you were pounded but ask yourself one true question, "Who started the pounding?" Yesterday Lebanon shot missles into Israel Honestly, my heart goes out to you when I see demonstrations where Hizballah wants to take over your country and Syria will rule there. My mother told me that once Lebanon was the riveara of the Middle East. Condolences on the assasination of a fine minister in your cabinet by Hizballah gunmen. It is an outrage

Answer 5

I do believe the tale you tell, because such terrible stories are unfortunately common in the brutally divided world in which we live. People are deeply and irrevocably affected by wars somewhere in the world every moment of our lives.

I wonder if there is a different forum, other than Yahoo Answers!, where your personal history could reach out to an audience, teaching of the real human consequences of wars over religious differences and political ambitions.

Answer 6

No matter how many times you post this or how many different headings you use, it still comes across as what it is.....Islamic propaganda! You hate Israel and want the rest of us to also. Before you said this was written by a little girl and I pointed out that it obviously wasn't. Before you said "True?". You are filth.

Answer 7

Perhaps Hezbolah should stand up and take responsibility for hiding their militants in civilian populations then.

This story is on Hezbolah's head, not Israel's. Had Hezbolah followed standard rules of military engagement, there would not have been a single civilian casualty.

This is why Hezbolah is a terrorist organization, not a military.

Answer 8

Is there a question here?

You got a case of the @$$ with the Isrealis? Then get rid of the US/Isreali puppet government and elect a government that will defend all of Lebanons people from zionist attacks.

Answer 9

Bless you. I'm sorry you(and everyone else) had to live through that. Wish there was more I could say to help ease some of the memories of such a traumatic childhood.

Answer 10

Believe what? That after Israel had had missles shot into their country, they fought back? This didn't happen. But even if it did, it is certainly a sad story, but even Arab countries would defend themselves if they were attacked.