On the 700th Day of War.. This Is How Gazans Are Burning Due to Israeli Rockets

SadaNews - For 700 days of the destructive Israeli war on the Gaza Strip, which has burned everything that the residents own, from the bodies of their loved ones to their homes and possessions, the horror of the crimes committed against the residents has not stopped.

The night hours of Friday were heavy on the people of Gaza City, like hundreds of nights that have passed since the beginning of this war, but the brutality of the scene captured by a member of the Civil Defense may reveal part of the atrocity of the massacres committed in Gaza.

In the Abu Dhabi building, which has not seen good fortune despite its name, situated opposite the Public Service Hospital in Gaza City, which has also gone out of service almost completely, a residential apartment was subjected to an Israeli airstrike, as is customary in Gaza every hour and every day, leading to the martyrdom and injury of many citizens, including a woman. Here is the narrative and the ending recounted by Civil Defense officer Aboud Al-Majdalawi in a special group for journalists, documented by "SadaNews" and we convey it as he wrote it in his simple colloquial language that reflects the tough and complex reality faced by the rescuers in the Strip:

 

When I arrived at the targeted apartment in the Abu Dhabi building,
I swear to God, what's happening is a crime, really a crime. I'm writing this with my heart full of pain over the ugliest scene I've ever witnessed in my life; we are human beings, we have emotions and we feel... We entered the targeted apartment and reached the room where the fire was.
A mother, her son, and her daughter are screaming, the mother tells me, "Get us out, I'm burned," while we were trying to extinguish the flames in the apartment due to the intensity of the fire.
I was holding the water hose trying to put it out, and the sound of the mother echoed in my ears, "Get us out, we are burned, the fire is getting closer to us." I said, "Oh God, help us." I handed the hose to my colleague, took off my jacket and shirt, and put the shirt over my face and tied it to relieve me from the intensity of the smoke resulting from the fire. Of course, since we have no equipment, there's no other way.
I reached the door of the room and called out to the mother who was telling me, "I'm melting, my bones are melting, and my children have stopped making sounds." O people, I am human; I swear I couldn’t bear it. I swear to God, I couldn’t bear it, and I held back my tears and left the apartment to take a breath because I felt my chest was tightening from inhaling so much smoke.
I went back to the mother and told her, "I swear we will get you out." The mother was screaming at us, and between her and the lifeline was just the door I was standing in front of.
We continued the firefighting process, and of course, I couldn’t see the mother and the children at all, but I could hear their voices through the heavy smoke.
God inspired me, and I managed to reach the room next to the burning room, and there was an internal window between the two rooms, which I was able to open.
I opened the window and turned on the light, and I saw a scene that I had no strength to bear at all.
I saw the mother on the ground, crawling, trying to go anywhere, and everything around her was burning.
Her hands were badly burned.
The mother began searching for safety for herself only, forgetting about her children... Can you imagine the intensity and difficulty of the situation?
Can you imagine I'm telling you what happened to me, and every second the mother was burning and her skin was melting away from her body?
My colleague and I managed to enter the room and rescue the child, who was breathing his last breaths, and we also rescued his sister, who was completely charred.
As for the mother, who went through minutes that no one else could bear, we managed to get her out.
What broke my heart more was when we lifted her hands; they fell from us due to the severity of the burns that had affected her body.
With God's grace, we managed to rescue her and hand her over to the ambulance.
What struck me was that the mother and her son and daughter were each in different corners, each searching for safety by any means, but the Israeli war machine showed them no mercy.
I write to you and tell you about the hardest and bloodiest moments of the war.
If these terrifying moments were documented, perhaps the sleeping world would have moved, but the severity of the situation and the mother's cries, which had become hoarse, did not allow for documentation; rather, all that was on my mind was to rescue this mother and her children... I could not and will not be able to overcome this situation for the rest of my life, and the screams of the mother and her children will forever echo in my mind.