Adi & Samira

Chapter One - A New Beginning

***NOT EDITED*** 

Hey guys! 

This is my first book that I have written, EVER. So please before you are quick to judge and criticise my work, I would like to inform you that I am no expertise in writing books whatsoever. I would also like to put it out there that I am not an Israeli nor am I an Arab/Palestinian, thus the accuracy of my analysis may or may not be veracious due to the fact that this book has been written solely based on my perception. 

I understand that Arab/Israeli is controversial and quite of a touchy topic, however,  my intentions in this book are not biased at all and I do not, and I repeat DO NOT hold any type of prejudiced against either one of them. In fact my ultimate aim for this book is to portray to the readers that there is a way to reconcile the loving nature between the Arabs and the Israelis.

Oh and please do not copy my work, it is illegal and unethical. 

With that being said, I do hope you enjoy this book. 

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The sudden explosion shakes me awake, I sit up gasping for air as my heart thumps in great velocity. My first instinct was to check and update myself if the explosions were nearby, and by nearby, I mean perhaps a metre away. But this in fact was not a real bombing, though it felt very real to me. For years and years, ever since I was born and ever since I could remember, the explosions had been my wake up calls for school and prayer. I've been so used to bombings that after  two nights of a bombing-free landscape, it felt peculiar not to have those loud, ear piercing noises that continuously bled your ears to death. I've grown an obsession to them, and every citizen back in Gaza couldn't deny that they had some connections to these, because that was what represented home. A home that was chosen upon us, without us having any say. 

I peeked outside the curtained windows, careful not to meet any pair of the citizens predatory eyes. I held the old cloth tightly in my hands, watching a family of Jews walk past the window after I quickly jumped down with a silent 'Oof'. I crouched down for a few seconds, until the loud voices turned into faint mumbles and soon enough the conversation was inaudible. I take a long hesitant breath to carry the weight off my shoulders of the Jewish family that were a mere second away from sighting me, and stood up on my two wobbly legs exposed in the bare air. 

This time, slowly and carefully, I moved a bit of the dirty cloth away from my vision and viewed the landscape. It wasn't much different to Gaza, besides the children running around and having fun, whereas the children in Gaza were restricted from these acts by their parents due to safety purposes. The nature itself was eye catching, the beautiful roses in bushes reflecting the sun shining down at them. The colour green charged every aspect of my observation from my honey brown eyes. It was if I was in a holy land filled with fragrance, a heavenly place that I've yearned for all my life; but the hatred overpowered it. I wanted to go back home, back to Gaza where I grew up until my fourteenth birthday which was two days ago. I missed my school, my best friend Fadia and most of all the safety I felt in Gaza, even though it is more evidently chaotic there due to the corruption. But I was used to it. Now I have to get used to living here, a place that feels so foreign to me.  

Lost in my thoughts I hear my mum yelling from the kitchen "Samira, darling, come have breakfast then get ready for school!" 

Oh no, school. I must do everything in my ability to hide my true identity from the Israeli kids at school, because if they were to find out, I would be harshly discriminated upon. Even though I was only 14 years of age, I was often told that I was very mature. At my school back in Gaza, I was adored by everyone, I was awarded at every school assembly and my parents very extremely proud of me. I wonder how the teachers would treat me in my new school.