On 21 July, we woke up to the sound of shelling
at around 6:05 am.
The second shell landed near our house,
the shrapnel burst into our house.
My kids and I were sleeping at my parents' house.
Some of us were injured, some had head injuries.
They targeted the house next to ours,
and my family run outside.
My entire family,
my brothers, their kids, and my wife,
were walking right in front of me.
I could hear the sound of a shell approaching.
In that moment, I heard the explosion.
I saw black smoke.
After about a minute or so
I looked around
and saw that the situation was really dire.
They were all here.
Scattered all around in a horrible way.
The first person I saw was Mustafa, my son, he was there.
I was there, next to the damaged wall and he was here.
You see how they all were here? My brother Muhammed was near that pole.
This is Dalal.
I found her 20 metres away, she was on a tree.
Ahmed, son of my son.
And this is Saida, wife of my son,
and this son of my son.
And this is my son Kamal.
And this Muhammed, my son.
And this Moin, son of my son.
And this is Sumoud, wife of my son.
They were all innocent!
What were they carrying on their shoulders?
Was it weapons, cannons? Did they hit an airplane?
What have they done?
They were innocent, running in the street,
because of the shrapnel that hit us
after they had targeted the house next to ours.
We escaped, running in the streets, our heads uncovered.
Allah will suffice for me, and he is my best guardian.
I saw my daughter Gheida, 8 years old.
There was nothing left of her from her chest down.
What I saw, was horrific.
I saw I was injured in my hand and chest.
I was injured here.
That's part of it.
Before he wasn't afraid. I used to take him out at night,
we used to go out together, he wasn't afraid.
Now, he is afraid to go out to the roof,
he is afraid to go out to the street.