Testimonies of Mu’az Subuh and Baraa Subuh
Military fires three missiles at street, killing six people
Testimony of Muhammad al-Hittu, 28, whose parents were killed in the incident:
On Wednesday, 12 May 2021, there were heavy airstrikes in our neighborhood, Tal al-Hawa, in Gaza City. We feared for our lives and decided to leave home. We called our friend Mustafa Kurdiyah, who’s a taxi driver, and he came to pick us up. He arrived at 10:30 A.M. and drove my parents, my sister Yara, 29, and me to my sister Rasha al-Wahidi’s house in the neighborhood of a-Sabra. We planned to stay with her for a few days, just until the war was over.
We got to my sister’s house and the taxi stopped out front. It was about 11:00 A.M. My sister Yara got out of the taxi and went into the house. I took out a bag that had our clothes in it, handed it to my mother and took another bag with clothes out of the taxi, and then we both made our way to the front door. I was walking a few steps ahead of my mother. My father was waiting for the driver, Mustafa, to hand him another bag he’d just taken out of the taxi, and then I heard a loud blast behind me. There was shrapnel everywhere.
From the force of the blast, I was blown into the entrance to my sister’s house. I was hit by shrapnel in the back, neck, left hand and left leg. I was bleeding and couldn’t see where my parents were and what had happened to them. A few seconds later, I heard another missile land very close to us, but I didn’t know where. I was focused on trying to see my parents. Then an ambulance arrived and the paramedics gave me first aid.
I saw the bodies of my father and of Mustafa lying by the taxi. I saw people cover them over. I knew my father was dead. My mother rode with me in the ambulance. I heard one of the paramedics say her pulse was very weak. When we got to a-Shifaa Hospital, the paramedics took me to the ER to give me first aid and took my mother somewhere else.
After two hours, some relatives came and told me my mother and father had passed away. I broke down and started screaming and crying. I was in shock. Why did they bomb us? We’re just civilians. I lost the people most precious to me, my mother and father. We were just going to shelter at my sister’s. We wanted to celebrate the holiday with her. My mother had made holiday food and we brought it with us, salted fish and holiday cookies.
I was only discharged from hospital two days later. I couldn’t attend my parents’ funeral, didn’t say goodbye to them, and didn’t hug them. When I got home and they weren’t there, I started screaming and crying. I hugged my sister Yara and my brother Ibrahim. Yara broke down. She’s in a terrible mental state. She saw them lying there, bleeding, and couldn’t do anything.
Since my parents were killed, my life has lost all meaning. I miss them all the time. I miss their laughter, and drinking coffee with them, and their stories that never bored me, and gathering around the dinner table. It’s all over now, a thing of the past. I hope I can keep going and live my life after losing them. Parting with them is so hard.
- Testimony given to Olfat al-Kurd on 1 June 2021
Testimony of Mu’awiyah al-Wahidi, 42, a father of two who owns a barbershop near the scene of the incident:
On Wednesday, 12 May 2021, I went to my barbershop on al-Mughrabi Street in the a-Sabra neighborhood. At around 11:00 A.M., I was sitting at a tailor shop that my brother owns along with my neighbor, Nader al-Ghazali, by my barbershop. While we were sitting there, Nader’s cousin, ‘Abd a-Salam al-Ghazali, arrived and Nader went out to meet him.
A minute after Nader stepped out, I heard a loud explosion outside the shop. I ran outside and saw that Nader had been hit in the chest and was bleeding. I saw his cousin had been killed. I looked around and saw a white Skoda that had been bombed, with martyrs inside. I went back to Nader and tried to carry him away from there. Across the street I saw our neighbor Mansur a-Darimli, whom we call Abu Rami, lying on the ground.
I dragged Nader about 50 meters away and then I dropped him. Blood came out of his mouth. A woman called out to me from a balcony to tell him to recite the Shahadatain prayer, and he started saying, “There’s no God but Allah.” Then I heard another missile and it hit me. It was four or five minutes after the first missile. I also started reciting the Shahadatain. I didn’t know what was happening to me and where I’d been hit.
They took me to a-Shifaa Hospital. The doctors amputated my right leg above the knee. I have shrapnel in my back and head. In my right leg, I have a large flesh wound. After seven days, I was transferred to al-‘Awda Hospital for further treatment and I’m still there.
I was later told that my neighbor Nader, his cousin and my neighbor Mansur a-Darimli were all killed in the strike, along with the al-Hittu family, who were standing by a taxi, and their taxi driver. I pray for mercy for all the martyrs’ souls.
Testimony given to Olfat al-Kurd on 3 June 2021