be a lot of effs that are not collected as yet and trees that need to be watered only we can water them my brother will lead and i will hold his hand and walk with him a fiveyearold ibtisam abu taima on everyday rituals she missesi am still dreaming of eidthey were showering us with leaflets asking us to flee our homes they were shelling us with shells that flared but we were not afraid as the tanks got closer and the bombing started i rushed to retrieve my doll that my aunt gifted me she asked me to take good care of it i forgot the yellow eid blouse as we were leaving our home an account of a nineyearold with a charming smile and a hope that the future will be bright she still dreams of going home to celebrate eida shocking sceneall we saw was a cloudy blue sky full of war jets and barren land due to the missiles everything was ruined this is how our area looked when we arrived we could barely recognise our street as it was full of debris and stones no trees or homes were left it was a shocking moment where words lost their meaning and dreams were lost we started searching but there was nothing to go back to no clothes no tools not even dreams finally we went back to our relatives house empty handed with red eyes from crying everything was gone hadeel qudiah a 15yearold describes her home after an attackpractising hobby under the rubbleabbas abu a seventeenyearold resident of khuzas east of khan younis abass had a keen interest for modern technology he dreamt of becoming an electronic engineer during the war he was never afraid of the sound of planes when there was no electricity he would sit on his doorstep assembling and disassembling electronic pieces to discover something new one day the war jets dumped missiles of death on the house abd its dwellers four days later when the bodies were pulled out of the rubble people were shocked to find little abbas with a screw in his hand