After 15 months of war, Hani Al -Dais, a high school teacher, believed that his greatest desire was to see the bombing of Gaza ends. However, the long -awaited ceasefire brought only bitterness and dread.
Mr. Dibs is one of the countless Ghazan, who is painful with a painful duty: in an attempt to restore the remains of their loved ones trapped under the rubble areas left by the Israeli war against Hamas.
Some families have returned home to find the bodies of their loved ones, they cannot dismantle them. Others cannot even enter the debris for drilling, as it is very strong is the smell of human dissolution. Some have searched and searched, just to find anything at all.
While they were preparing to return to their hometown, Gabalia, in Northern Gaza, my children, the remaining survivor, were asking him whether their mother and young brothers have somehow survived the explosion that was besieged on their bodies for three months under the number of the family home.
“They were asking: What if they were still sleeping after the explosion, and they climbed later? What if the Israelis heard them later screaming, and took them out?” He said in an interview. “Their questions are tormented by me.”
Ghazan’s health authorities have achieved nearly 48,000 people, without distinguishing between civilians and fighters.
Beyond that, there are indescribable losses: those whose bodies have not yet been found.
Families reported that 9,000 people are missing. Health officials said that most of them are bodies that have not yet been discovered from Gaza’s ruins. There are still several thousand of them who are not calculated between the dead, as the authorities are investigating the accumulation of requests.
In mid -October, amid heavy clashes with Hamas, Al -Sayyid said the Israeli forces that detonated the building, which includes three generations of the DIBS family.
Desperate to search for medical assistance to family members who came out of the rubble, Mr. Al -Dais was forced to choose a terrible: he had to leave behind his wife and the youngest of his youngest, mother, sisters and sisters -14 that in all – under the rubble. When the survivors of the DIBS family escaped south to safety, he pledged to return to their bodies. It was a pledge that took months to fulfill.
For several weeks of his escape, Mr. Dibs submitted repeated requests to Israel to reach the site, using an operation that was prepared to try to coordinate with Israel to allow the rescue men in Ghazan to reach the explosion sites. The United Nations said that Israel denied all the requests of the DIBS family.
Kojat, the Israeli military body that deals with coordination with the humanitarian organizations in Gaza, did not respond to a written request for comment.
After nearly three months, with the start of the ceasefire, Mr. Al-Dibs and his children finally set out to the house on foot, and they caught on their way over a hills of rubble and debris.
What they found was worse than they imagined. The bombings settled the buildings, where piles of rocks spread over his family’s collapsed house.
Relatives arrived, keen on help. But with the continued siege of Israel to prevent new equipment from entering the pocket, no one had training or other energy tools to break the rubble.
He said: “We used what we can find: the outskirts, the choice, and our bare hands.”
After hours of drilling, they finally arrived at the floor in which his family lived.
Mr. Dempus found parts of a skeleton believed to belong to his son Hascal, who was eight years old. But he found nothing about his wife and 6-year-old-just a few charred fragments of the bones that collapsed as he tried to understand them between his fingers.
A television chip was filmed for the island of Al -Jazeera in the neighborhood in the neighborhood camera Mr. Al -Din realizes that he will never find their bodies. Throwing with anger, shook some white plastic body bags.
“I brought great shrouds! The small mobility! So I can put their bodies inside! But I found that their bodies were reduced to the ash!”
Then, when his 12 -year -old daughter, Fatima, ran in a bright yellow jacket, to ruins, and they cry and claim the names of her young brothers, Mr. Dibs pulled her gently: “O my love! Oh Hasib! Oh my God, my God!”
“They were deprived of the last goodbye,” said Mr. Demp.
Since then, the family buried Hasbal’s remains, and now his daughter has new questions.
“She still asks, why can we not get graves for her mother and love? Where will she go and settle in her mother, without a grave?”
Those who find their loved ones face other psychological torments.
Ahmed Shabat, 25, found some of the bodies of his relatives in the northern town of Beit Hannon completely intact, leaving him to adapt to the issue of whether they had died, not from the bombing, but from the long suffering while waiting for a rescue that never saves it.
He said: “Feeling of impotence,” overwhelming. “
“The medical workers were called to restore dozens of unknown bodies.”
He said that they are writing the site and any details of the definition on the bags of the body, and they put inside any properties they find, then they take them to the nearest hospital morgue and after the recipes they reached on social media.
The emergency rescue services in Gaza, the civil defense, have defended the residents not to try to retrieve on their own, or a warning of the potential of uninterrupted bombs or ammunition under the debris. She says she cannot make great excavation efforts until heavy equipment, such as Diggers, is allowed to enter Gaza – and any Israel He says It will not allow.
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But a few Ghazan, such as Rami Nasr, who is traded by Gabalia, have any intention to wait for anyone to get help.
Mr. Nasr, whose family’s tragedy was listed in a report issued by the New York Times last year, returned to the explosion site last October, which brought down the building where his brothers and families were a shelter.
He paid $ 500 to construction workers to dig a tunnel in the building to recover them. He said that the bodies he found greatly degraded, it was difficult to disintegrate them.
In the end, he was able to sort them into Akopin.
The remains of what he believed to be his brother Ammar Adel Nasr, his wife, Emmaq, and their two daughters went to one grave. His brother Arif and the sister went first to another.
Like many cemeteries in Gaza, he said that his family’s cemetery is now jammed with new bodies, it has become difficult to secure conspiracies.
“Before the war, every person was placed in his grave,” he said. “These days, there is not enough space – or time.”
