My name is Bolah, I'm 8 years old and I'm buried beneath my home in Rafa, Palestine. My leg is pinned under the concrete and I'm in so much pain all I can do is cry. It is pitch black and though I cry out, I don't think anyone can hear me. My family was with me at home and we were getting ready for dinner when the bombs hit. I've been calling out to them, but they don't answer. I'm afraid they're all dead. All I can do between crying and screaming in pain is wonder....why? What did I do to deserve this? I am only 8 years old and I have no hate in my heart for anyone. I love my mother and father and though we don't get along all the time I really love my brother. I guess there are people that hate me, but I don't know why. I don't hate them. I am like all children, I like to play, kick the ball, play tag, run, laugh, play. I don't know why these things could ever make anybody hate me. I worship like all my people and try to be a good person. I try to listen to my parents and be a responsible child as much as I can. But I guess I must have done something wrong because there are people trying to kill me and my family and still, all I can do is wonder why? I keep praying for help, but I don't think my prayers are being heard. I don't know why I have been abandoned, but I must have done something wrong. I only wish I knew what it was. I'm so hot and thirsty that only the pain in my leg takes my mind off of it. Before I die, if that is what is going to happen, I ask for forgiveness for whatever the great evil is that I have done, which I can't figure out. Is it just that I exist? Can my existence be so wrong that I deserve this? If so, I apologize. I didn't have anything to do with it. I'm just a little girl.
Now the pain in my leg is going away and I can see some light. Maybe I'm being rescued! Yes, I see the concrete being lifted up and the light is shining in. The pain is all gone, no hunger or thirst, no heat. I'm finally being saved. Thank you, thank you.......
The men moved the concrete with bulldozers, then by hand and shovel when they got close to the bodies. Under the rubble, they found two adults and two children. One, a girl of about 8 or 9, was still warm when they found her. Her leg had been crushed and the rescue workers had arrived just a few minutes too late. Scrawled in the concrete dust next to her were two words.......why me?
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