My Story

I read something a friend has written about himself, sharing the most intimate moments and I thought it was my time to open up too. This is my story and it is my time to tell it.

 I read something a friend has written about himself, sharing the most intimate moments and I thought it was my time to open up too. I know this site is not like real life but it is one step closer to sharing it with the world I live in.

I was born on 30^th of March, 1999. I was a 90^’s kid at heart.

When I was 2 years old, 3^rd Of October,  2001, both my parents got shoot in their legs. My mother, right by the ankle and my father, at the shin. They tell me stories of how it happened whenever they are asked to talk about it and I guess I am used to the story. However, I can’t help but get teary every time this comes up. I feel scared every day that something would happen to my family, and my parents don’t know this but I believe it is because I had that traumatic experience at only two years old.

When they tell the stories, they actually describe all the blood scenes. 

One and half years later, when my parents are better and able to walk again with no wheelchairs or crutches, we fly to Australia. We, mum, dad, my big brother, my big sister and I, take a 9 months trip throughout Australia.

At the age of six, I get evicted and thrown out of my house. On 21^st of August, 2005, my family and the other 85 families who lived with us at that place, at Eliay Sinai, march to find a new home, and I mean literally march. I wasn’t there at that time and neither were my siblings due to the fact that my mother had already been through all of this one time in her life and she didn’t want us to see the suffering she saw at the age of 15. The group found a place near a gas station and a mall center and they decided to set a camp there.

We lived there 11 months, in tents, and we survived because even though the government disapproved of our situation, the community helped and we stood there for each other, like a big happy family. However, since the government didn’t approve it was hard to keep up and stay there and finally we got torn out of our house again.

By that time I had already started grade one and finished it, even though I can’t say I count it has learning. I had a dream that I would go to the bus stop with my brother and sister at Eliay Sinai, but I never got the chance.

My parents decided they had had enough of Israel and decided to fly back to Australia with another family that has gone through all of it with us. There, I went to a Jewish school that had 12 students all around, it got shut down after two years. Later on , I got sent to another Jewish school that was a hour drive away that had 55 students, however, when my brother finished primary school there, my parents thought I couldn’t ride the bus alone and so I got pulled out and put back at another school.

That was my last school, it wasn’t Jewish though.  After five years of being at Australia, we flew back to Israel for good. We got a land from the government to build a house and we are living in it for one year now.

School was tough, two month before returning to Israel my parents forced me to learn to read in Hebrew, I was in seventh grade by then. I had to make up for lost times and retrieve a whole language that I only spoke at home.

Leaving everything behind was hard and tough and full of anger but I kept my head high and did it anyway. I was used to it, to not have an actual home. To not have a place where I feel safe and secure, a place where I belong and my family belongs, a place where we are all happy, until now.

 

Reviews

[JMaster1]

I feel you , it was a terrible mistake by the government to do this to you and your family , I am glad you found comfort

[Firemay]

Thank you so much! It means alot to me ;)

[Lavorther]

It's so sad that so many people on this site have had a rough live, in one way or another. I can't imagine what it must be like to see your parents get shot, even at the age of 2 that must have been awful. Luckily they survived and by the sound of it they can walk pretty well again. What I'm wondering though, is how it happened? Were it stray bullets? Or was someone intentionally shooting at them and were they lucky to only be caught in the legs, instead of a more lethal place? Feel free to not answer this question if you find it too hard or personal, I would understand that.

And moving from one place to another like that, that must have been really hard. It seems like you've got a lot of bad luck in your life, with how things were going. At least I'm glad you finally have a 'real' home. The last sentence made me so happy. It seems that things are finally going better, which I hope will last for a long time.

Feel free to message me when you want to talk about it, or something else. I know you said the same thing to me, but I mean it. Stay strong!

[Firemay]

Thank you for your support it means a lot. I rather not say right now how it happend, it's hard to talk about and it took about everything i had to share this on here. I too hope that things won't change at least for a few years.

[Lavorther]

Sure, that is perfectly understandable. It's already really brave of you to share this story in the first place.