Testimonies of Mu’az Subuh and Baraa Subuh
Military fires missile at three children on way home from barbershop, killing two
Testimony of ‘Atiyyah al-‘Amur, 46, a father of eight including Hamadah:
I’m a farmer and also own a small grocery store in the al-Fukhari neighborhood in southeastern Khan Yunis, opposite the Timraz cooking gas supply station. On Wednesday, 12 May 2021, at 3:30 P.M., I was standing at the doorway to my store. My son Hamadah had come over with two of his cousins, ‘Amer al-‘Amur, 10, and ‘Alayan al-‘Amur, 11. They were going to get a haircut and stopped by so I could give Hamadah money. The barbershop is two kilometers from the store, on Salah a-Din Street. I gave him money and they left.
Two hours later, at 5:30 P.M., they came back after the haircuts. They took some instant noodles and went home. I sat down in the doorway. I looked at the sky to the east and saw two Israeli helicopters hovering next to each other, and then one turned south and the other west. Less than a minute later, the helicopter heading west fired a missile that hit Hamadah and his cousins, who were walking along the right side of the street. They were about 50 meters from the store.
I saw dust and thick smoke where the kids had been. I couldn’t see them. I went into shock and couldn’t do anything. The smoke cleared after a few minutes, and then I saw the three of them lying on the road. I ran over to them, screaming. There was no one else around. I was so confused and panicked, I ran back and forth between the kids and the store.
A few minutes later, people started arriving. Among them was my relative Hatem, 50. He lifted ‘Alayan, who was lying wounded on the ground by the Timraz station, about 20 meters from the other two boys. Hatem put ‘Alayan in his car and drove straight to the European Hospital. He wanted to take ‘Amer and my son Hamadah with him, too, but I told him and the other people there that they were dead. Both boys were burnt in most parts of their bodies, including their faces.
Meanwhile, my cousin Taleb, 55, arrived and put Hamadah and ‘Amer in his car. I was in shock and in a terrible state. I couldn’t bring myself to go near them or drive with them to hospital. I sat down by my store and didn’t know what to do. I was hysterical and the people around me tried to calm me down.
After half an hour, I went to the European Hospital and found that Hamadah and ‘Amer were already in the morgue. My nephew ‘Alayan was in surgery. He had abdominal surgery and after six days, was transferred to al-‘Arish Hospital in Egypt. He’s still there.
The next day, Thursday, 13 May 2021, was ‘Eid al-Fitr. Instead of celebrating, we buried my son and my nephew. They’re buried at the a-Sheik Muhammad cemetery in Khan Yunis.
Hamadah was in the seventh grade at an UNWRA school in the al-Fukhari neighborhood. Everyone loved him. Since he was martyred, we’ve stopped hearing the voices of his friends, who used to call him to come out and play. Hamadah loved playing soccer. He used to help me with farm work and sometimes also at the grocery store.
- Testimony given to Khaled al-‘Azayzeh on 1 June 2021