STRONGER (ON HOLD)

Chapter 18

Yasser and I live in the settlers,witch means we are living with jews.

Every time we make our way home we should get throw the metal deductor,in case we've got gons or bombs or whatever,when we get throw it there are always two soldiers in your left and your right,grabbing guns and talking in their language.

I can understand hebrew and some times i can talk a little bet not that i love it but because i hear them everyday,and every time i hear them i learn a new word.

We made our way to my house "get in" i offered Yasser.

"no thanks i should go see you tomorrow" he said and walk away.

There is a limit for Palestinian in the settlers,there are some places that Palestinian should not pass.

I heard alot of Palestinian people was shot and died or ladies was beat up by them.

It's a bet hard living in the settlers.

"Mom i'm home" i said getting in taking my shoe off.

"heyy" she said getting out of her room a lovely smile on her beautiful face."are you hungry?" she asked

"Yes please" i said and followed her to the kitchen.

She grabbed the food keeper from the fridge putting the rice in it.

After i ate i then made my way to my room and put my pajamas on.

I have a huge picture of dad stick on my white cracked wall,i always stair at it when i walk through it and sometimes i look at it and then quickly at the mirror to see my eyes i took from dad my lips everything,i'm like a copy version of dad.

i threw myself on bed putting my hands under my head and shrugged.

"Oh life,you're sometimes not fair"

I sat a little bet thinking of everything.The silence was controlling the room.

But not until a hard knocks was heard from the front door.

I quickly ran to the living room,Mom was standing in front of the door,shifted her sigh to me.I pulled her away from the door and quickly opened it.

"We need to go upstairs" almost 6 Israeli soldiers was standing.i signed for my mom to get in her room and pulled the door open.

then they quickly made their way upstairs to the roof.

I didn't follow them,because i shouldn't.

I sat on the couch waiting for them.

two were outside and the rest are upstairs.

After a while,they got down.

"Everything is okay" one of them said and i nodded,they got out and i waited until they left and then shut the door.

They were watching someone from up staris.

I shouted for mom to get out of her room "mom they are gone" i said

I made my way to my room and jumped under my cover.Heard mom turning the lights off in her room.

I grabbed my book i usual read "The liFe of a Prisoner" i know i shouldn't be reading it.But the only point i read it is that i want to feel the Prisoner and how hard they are living in a 10 feet room.

It is a true story.I don't read fictions because i feel like,I'm in this country being confined by Isrealies and fictions are like you running your thoughts and your mind from the real life you're living,But when you finish reading it.