I remembered a moment before this war…
Whenever the Israeli army invaded my town, Beit Hanoun, my friends and I would run into the streets and throw stones toward the soldiers.
They fired bullets at us, while we had nothing but stones in our hands.
I knew that a stone was nothing compared to a weapon, but because it was my land… I felt that the stone was stronger than bullets.
That is why I never stopped.
We fought with whatever we had, throwing those stones as if we were defending everything we loved. 💔