Episode 6 : Realisation

In the dark night, the wind blew strongly, penetrating the body and wrapping the bones with cold. The children slept shivering, leaning against the wall of a building, victims of war.

The elderly slept sitting against the wall. Zawaq looked at them through a window. He climbed the window and placed a pile of firewood and some gasoline. The gasoline was poured onto the firewood slowly and quietly to avoid disturbing the sleeping Palestinians.

He took out a lighter from his uniform. Dry leaves were ignited and placed under the gasoline-soaked firewood. The fire started, licking the firewood and burning the dry leaves.After the fire was lit, Zawaq looked around. They slept soundly as the campfire warmed the surroundings. Zawaq exited the building through the window.

A tree in the desert appeared wilted and brittle. Zawaq looked at the tree.The tree shed its leaves as elderly people lose their hair. One of the large branches fell to the ground in front of Zawaq.

"Thank you, tree," Zawaq said to the dying tree.

Zawaq stabbed the tree trunk with both hands and easily cut it from within. The tree fell to the ground. Zawaq walked to the center of gravity and lifted the tree effortlessly, carrying it back to the building.

Zawaq cut the tree into many small pieces using both hands. Soon, he placed the branches into the campfire. The fire grew larger. The firewood was neatly arranged near the campfire.Zawaq removed the Israhell flag badge and Israhell military insignia.

He threw both badges into the fire. He watched as they burned slowly. Zawaq sat on the floor and joined the Palestinians in sleep.

"Child, get into the wardrobe!" a father shouted to his daughter in the morning.

"Dad! No! No, Dad! Don't leave me alone!" the daughter pleaded and struggled with her father.

"You stay quiet in there," the father said.

The father closed the wardrobe door, leaving his daughter inside. Several Israhell soldiers in full tactical gear stormed the house, breaking down the doors of the Palestinian home.

"What are you all doing here? We are not criminals! We are just having breakfast and cleaning the house!" the father yelled at the Israhell soldiers.

The brothers hugged their mother while the father protected his wife and sons. The Israhell soldiers searched the entire small house.

One of the soldiers took several kitchen knives and threw them on the dining table in the living room near the broken door.

"Dangerous weapons. They are confirmed terrorists hiding here," said one of the soldiers wearing sunglasses, throwing several kitchen knives onto the dining table.

All the Israhell soldiers raised their weapons and pointed them at the family.

"Those are kitchen knives! Not weapons!" the father replied.

A soldier opened fire, emptying his magazine. The father fell, shot all over his body.

Even after he lay lifeless on the floor, another soldier approached the father's body and continued shooting until his bullets were exhausted.The mother and five sons under 15 screamed in fear, calling for their father who was no longer alive.

Other soldiers shot the mother and five sons. They fell lifeless. The daughter covered her mouth, her eyes filled with tears as she watched her family being killed in front of her from inside the wardrobe.

"Make sure they are dead," one of the Israhell soldiers said.

A small group of Israhell soldiers shot all the heads of the family's corpses with the same Sten Machinegun used to kill them.The daughter cried inside the wardrobe after witnessing the death of her family through the wardrobe door gap.

All the Israhell soldiers left the house.The wardrobe door slowly opened. Her feet touched the floor. Step by step, she approached her family's bodies. Her eyes watered as she saw the heads and bodies of her family members with bullet holes. The floor was soaked in blood.

"No," the girl said, collapsing and hugging her father's lifeless body.

The girl continued to cry, ignoring the blood staining her headscarf, pants, and dress as she hugged her father's body. Then she crawled to her siblings' and mother's bodies.

"Mother. Wake up," the girl cried, trying to wake her mother.

Her mother did not wake up. A big hole was dug, not one but five shovels were used. Five adult men dug. The girl hugged a female neighbor, hiding her face in the neighbor's clothes, unable to watch her family being buried.

"This is one of the stories I heard just happened this week," said a man about the same age as Zawaq, dipping bread into a bowl of chicken soup.

The man sat on an overturned bucket while Zawaq sat on a tire of a bodyless truck in the morning.

"Aren't you eating? Not hungry? Food is limited," the man said to Zawaq.

"It's okay. Let the children have the chance to eat breakfast. Adults like me have to endure hunger. Children are our future," Zawaq said, looking at the children lining up for food aid from the Red Crescent.

"You better eat. Even if you want to prioritize the children getting food first, you never know if they will die tomorrow. It's a waste of food. Better you eat before starving," the man said.

"I won't let them die. I will protect them," Zawaq said.

"What do you have? I see you have nothing," the man replied.

"Yes. I will still protect the innocent from the Israhell regime," Zawaq replied.

"You're wasting time," the man said, standing up."I'll take your share of food since you don't want to eat. I'm hungry. Starving," he said, walking towards the Red Crescent food distribution area.

Zawaq shook his head. He got up and walked away. A plane flew over Palestine. The pilot looked around, focusing on the instructions.

"West Bank. Copy. Roger," the pilot said to the communication device on his helmet.

The plane tilted. Many tents were visible ahead. The pilot pressed a button on the plane's controls. Another button was pressed on the plane's control panel.

Dozens of bullets flew from the plane, piercing and collapsing tents. Children and adults ran into their tents. Palestinian adults were struck down by bullets as they protected their children.

Several rockets were dropped on the tents, exploding and destroying everything around them. All living and non-living things were shattered into dust.

Nearby tents caught fire.Many Palestinians ran out of the fire, burning, including children who ran while ablaze, collapsing and rolling on the ground as their legs broke apart like charcoal thrown forcefully onto the floor.Many Palestinians screamed in pain and ran in all directions.

Several Israhell soldiers emerged from hiding in empty buildings, their occupants killed by Israhell soldiers.The soldiers approached the Palestinian refugee camp. They raised their weapons and shot anyone who survived the plane's attack.

Many snipers used M1 Garand rifles to shoot children running away from the camp.Shot after shot. They hit the legs of some children. Others were hit in the back. Worse, some were hit in the side of the head and died instantly.

One man swung a tent pole at an Israhell soldier but was stabbed in the neck with a bayonet attached to the Karabiner 43 rifle. The man fell, pushed aside with the rifle's bayonet. One teenager threw a stone at the soldier in front of him in retaliation for their war crimes.

Three Israhell soldiers shot the teenager with Sten Machine Guns. Zawaq walked towards the West Bank, seeing the Israhell soldiers committing atrocities at the refugee camp. He clenched his fists.

Zawaq sprinted towards the crying children who were sitting and lying on the beach sand, crying over their destroyed homes and murdered families by the Israhell military plane.Two Israhell soldiers approached three girls and three boys, raising their FN FAL rifles.

The triggers were pulled. Bullets flew towards the six children. Zawaq appeared in front of them.He spread his arms wide. His body took the FN FAL bullets. Sixty bullets failed to penetrate Zawaq's body. His white undershirt was shredded by the 60 bullets fired by the two Israhell soldiers.

"Idiot," said one of the Israhell soldiers, changing his empty magazine with a new one.

Zawaq checked his body. One of the Israhell soldiers was shocked to see Zawaq still moving as if nothing had happened to him despite being shot 60 times.

"Impossible!" was the last word of the Israhell soldier.