The War

Three Thirty PM, August 20th, 2006, The War has begun and I was in it, let's recap a little bit. 9:30 Am, 6 hours before The War. It was a normal sunny day, I was with my family in a car arriving at my cousin's house in Tripoli, Lebanon. I remember they lived in a giant thirty five story apartment building. The massive apartment building shaded the street, neighboring the building are stores and and three more apartment buildings surrounding my cousin’s flat. I remember as we drove through the street looking for parking, there were kids biking, people smoking either hookah or cigarettes on balconies, shops, and/or streets. The street itself wasn't concrete and very narrow, it was all sand and marked with the skid mark the sand left, and there were parked …show more content…
They had a blue sofa and a couch, and had a red rug on the floor. I sat on the rug because it was so soft. A few minutes later after chatting with the family, my uncle invites us in the kitchen, we dined traditionally, we sat on the floor and placed the food on the floor, prayed over the food and ate. After we ate, we enter in the living room and relax. The ceasefire between Lebanon and Israel ended it As we were chatting, we went silent all of a sudden, then boom an explosion occurred two buildings away from the apartment complex, as I looked at the window and the flames were jaw-dropping, it was too explicit for me, but thinking about it I never knew what was occurring at the moment, my mind went blank. My dad demanded to leave the area, but my uncle advised him to do it over night time. Around five o’clock the city lost its power, my dad used this as an advantage for helping our family escape. At midnight, we grabbed flashlights and supplies we needed to find our way down the apartment, it was pitch black, and everybody grasped each other’s hand and I remember my mom and my dad were holding my hand, even though my dad told me that we are in war, it seems that I didn’t take it seriously