Aliaa And Gaza

Episode 6

  The great return march begins. Aliaa accompanied by Nadiah and Yasmeen came to the border. Many other journalists have come to this place. The blood of the victims began to haunt Aliaa's mind. Indeed, Aliaa was not used to seeing blood.1 things that made Aliaa amazed, the sound of takbir seemed to be unceasingly pronounced by the demonstran.

  “How is today Aliaa?” tanya Nadiah who is indeed a field officer.

   Aliaa's focus became distracted to see Nadiah's clothes that began to splash blood.

   “Emm. What are you looking at Aliaa?” ask Nadiah

  “Ehh, no no. I don't seem to be used to seeing blood. How about you?”

   “Pretty busy. Many victims have fallen. Especially Yasmeen. Maybe if you can save the legs 5 minutes it is already very grateful.”

  “Nadiah, may I ask?”

   “Ya.”

  “Are they used to reciting dhikr wherever they are? Are they used to reciting ‘Hasbunallahu wani’mal wakiil’ when overwritten by grief? Are they used to being grateful by saying ‘Alhamdulillah, from our family there are those who are raised to martyrdom fii sabiilillah’ when there are from their families who died?” tanya Aliaa tubi.

  “Yapz.” Answer the brief.

  “So strong is their faith?” ask Aliaa.

   “I don't know for sure their faith. All that knows is Allah ta’ala. But yes, they are human too. They must also feel lost.”

  “Emm. If you want to ask more, take note on your HP and ask Yasmeen while at home.” Nadiah said then went to the injured victim.

  By the time the demonstrators had dispersed, Aliaa returned home.

  “Today is tiring oncei.” Said Aliaa while stretching her legs.

  “Wahh. It seems like a great return march is fun. It seems that if my legs are still perfect I can be present there.” Aisyaa said with a smile.

  “Sorry Aisyaa. I didn't mean..”

  “Yes. I-i know. It'sit's okay. It's not your fault. At least I'm alive after the incident. Perhaps, in this way, there are still those guarding Asima and Qudsi.”

  Aliaa went into the room. He looked at the photo before he was arrested. Given the arrest incident at the time of January and really sliced his heart.

  “You know Aliaa? In Palestine many children memorize the Qur’an. Some are still 4 years to 5 years old.” Yasmeen.

  “Oh yes? I don't know what I did in those days.” Aliaa.

  “How many died today Yasmeen?”

  “Quite a lot. More than 5.” Reply Yasmeen.

  Aliaa pondered for a moment in the room where she and Yasmeen slept (different bed but you know). The great return march was very interesting to him. Unfortunately, Aliaa was still not used to seeing blood and live fire. Hearing Yasmeen's words alone had made him shudder in horror. He wanted to go to Jabalia, North Gaza. Aliaa knows, Nadiah is not often from home. He only leaves the house a maximum of 4 times in 1 week if there is no urgent interest. Moreover, now Nadiah became a medical officer. Surely Aliaa did not want to trouble her best friend.

    “Yasmeen, I want to go to Jabalia. You want to drive me?” ask Aliaa.

   “Aliaa, tomorrow I have to work.” Yasmeen.

     This is the most ridiculous question Aliaa has ever asked. He forgot that Yasmeen was different from him.

  “But take it easy, tomorrow you can still go to Jabalia. I have a friend who knows the area. Name's Alaa. Tomorrow, you wait in front of the house, he will come to see you.” Yasmeen.

   “Alright, thanks Yasmeen.”