I heard them say “There is someone here with a baby, and there is someone behind him”
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I heard them say “There is someone here with a baby, and there is someone behind him”
Three terrorists surrounded our car and started shooting. We all ducked immediately
I saw them going house by house, trying to break in
I am 14 years old. These are not things a child my age should see
I was scared to death. I knew I was going to die
Her car door was opening and there was blood on the floor, and you just saw her knee that was shot
The terrorists immediately threw a grenade to ensure killing me. It landed 10cm from my leg
I wrote ‘Dad, I was shot. Help,’ and I sent the location of our apartment
The people at the checkpoint looked strange, I thought I could spot them holding Kalashnikov rifles
Three grenades had been thrown in, Neta yelled “grenade!” and jumped on the third one
It turned out she saw terrorists at the neighbors' back porch
Bullets whistled past my head
They put an explosive device on the door of the safe room
We knew that as long as there were no calls or sirens, we would stay to help
We realized they want to burn us alive
The army saw me and shouted at me to identify myself
We crouched in the car, heads between our knees, while being shot at in volleys at the car
The shots made a hole in the door and through it, I saw the terrorist
I saw my father propel through the air, his hands were blown up, blood gushing
I heard a volley of gunfire and felt a bullet in my back
I realized that if we stayed there, we would die
As I raised my head, he shot me
I explained to my children that they must be quiet or we would get killed
Three terrorists aimed Kalashnikovs at our heads and told us to get out
The terrorists were at our doorstep. I sat there with my son, petrified
They were walking, patrolling, looking for people. All day long, we heard them shouting in Arabic
Like pigs waiting for slaughter. We felt helpless, we saw the final end coming
About 12 motorcycles with armed terrorists carrying Kalashnikovs and murder in their eyes
I looked up and saw above me two terrorists with black helmets
They slaughtered us, and I miraculously survived
They went from house to house. Tormenting. Butchering. Slaughtering. Looting. Torching. Kidnapping
The terrorist didn’t know who to shoot first. He shot at me and luckily hit my bum
You’re running and someone is running next to you, and suddenly they fall
What is better - being burned to death or being shot?
The terrorists were close and I wasn’t going to let them kidnap me
Another group of terrorists arrived - with a pickup truck to take us back in
There were dozens of terrorists in front of us on motorcycles and they sprayed us with bullets
He saw beloved friends of ours, some shot all over their bodies, others burnt alive
Every 20 seconds another motorcycle with two armed terrorists arrived
There was a policeman who was bleeding. He didn't know what to say except to urge us to run away
I tried to revive you, but there was no one to revive
My eldest son said to me, “Mom, I don’t want to die on my birthday”
The car was smashed and a girl ran out of it, covered in blood. Yarin said, "It’s Lior"
"Mom, how do you know we will win? Sometimes the bad guys win"
At night, I dream about terrorists breaking into my house, shooting and killing me