Aliaa And Gaza
Episodes 10
“We will arrive in 15 minutes.” said Hafsha.
“Where do you know my name?”
“Ya... in your bag is your name.”.
Aliaa arrived in the Gaza Strip. Hafsha drove him to Yasmeen's house.
“Assalamualaikum.”
“Walikumussalam warahmatullah.”
Aisha opened the door of Yasmeen's house.
“Where is Yasmeen?”
“She's at the border.”
“Oh yes, you know her house Aliaa?”
“He lives here. Enter Aliaa. Alaa and Sama have returned to Jabalia.”
“Oh yes, I have to go home first. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Walikumussalam warahmatullah.”
In the afternoon, Yasmeen returned home. Well definitely with blood-soaked clothes.
“I'm sorry Yasmeen. Asima was shot while traveling from Jabalia to the Gaza Strip.”
“Oh yes, I forgot to tell before you guys leave. Asima was not afraid of danger. It's been to the 2nd time he was injured.” Yasmeen.
“You're not mad at me?”
“No. I'm sure you've been trying to look after Asima. Moreover, the condition of Gaza is like this. I can't blame you completely. I left it to Hafsha. Later when Asima out of the hospital Hafsha will drive her.” Yasmeen.
Aliaa is just a mangut. Aliaa plans to visit Khan Younis and Nuseirat on Wednesday. But this time he wanted to go alone.
“Don't Aliaa! Are you sure you want to go alone to Nuseirat? Alaa will accompany you. Alaa is also a journalist. He loves to travel around Gaza. Go with! Alaa fine just fine.”
Sure enough, on Wednesday, Alaa picked him up. Still with his white scraf, Alaa picked up Aliaa. Yep! A distinctive feature of Alaa is that it always uses a white scraf.
“You okay Alaa?”
“Yes. Sorry I left you.”
“Tak problems.”
Aliaa just nodded while continuing her ‘nyemil’ snacks.
“You know Aliaa? I feel my death is near.”
“Hei! You talk what Alaa?”
“Yes. I said to Sama, ‘If I die later in Nuseirat don't blame Aliaa’.”
“You talk like that on Sama?”
Alaa just nodded.
“Ah. Let's stop Aliaa. I want to pray Dhuha. Oh yeah, I'll do it first after the prayer. Sorry Aliaa, maybe we get to Nuseirat at 9. You just wait here.”
Aliaa just nodded quickly. Not long. The Zionist Israelis are coming again. Aliaa got out, then hid behind the vehicle. The mosque where Alaa shalat Dhuha was targeted. Shot tear gas in it. Aliaa rushed into the mosque. He covered his mouth with his veil. Alhamdulillah, Alaa and Aliaa managed to get out of the Mosque. Whether they had no heart or no brain, the invaders shot Alaa. Alaa and Aliaa fell onto the asphalt. No matter what, Aliaa still carried Alaa to the back of the vehicle regardless of her injured leg. Aliaa looked at the white scraf of Alaa covered in blood.
“Alaa. Can you hear me?”
Alaa opened her eyes. A pair of eyes depicting Alaa's suffering for 22 years.
“How is this? Where is the ambulance?”
“Is he okay?”
“She was hit by tear gas and shot. How's this?”
The man who was standing with his friend had a P3K skill. When he was about to hold Alaa's hijab, Alaa refused.
“Do not open..” pinta Alaa.
“But this..”.
Eventually the man gave up. He did not open Alaa's hijab.
“Aliaa..”.
“Syahadat..”.
“Alaa!”
“Shahadat...” reset Alaa.
“Already. Follow it.”
Aliaa breathed. It's crazy for him. Forced, Aliaa complies with Alaa's request. It's too fast. Aliaa had only known Alaa for 5 days. The Muslim closed his eyes. Well, at least death comes when a person utters a sentence of shahada.
