The rain did not stop on Friday.

Also, the bombing of Israeli soldiers at the doors of homes through a Valley refugee camp in the occupied West Bank.

The strong winds rushed to the houses where the doors were demolished, and the cold was in the bodies of civilians who suffer from unarmed panic who were forced to the streets.

In the early hours of the morning, amid an eight -day siege, the camp was cut off from the outside world, dozens of military vehicles and bulldozers rolled to the camp entrance.

Hundreds of Israeli soldiers were poured around the narrow alleys. He shouted orders in the Hebrew language from the speakers, interfering with the orders of the soldiers while they were caught by the doors with their guns.

“Open the door! Go out now!” They shouted.

Inside, families scrambled to collect what they can. He appealed to the mother to hold the hand of her child screaming in fear. The father begged to seize some clothes before forcing him outside.

Rift fire between homes, mixing with screaming orders in Arabic and Hebrew.

“For God, let me take my bag!” One of the residents defended. “Wait, let me go slowly – I swear I will leave,” I begged another before it was pushed forward.

At his home in the back of the camp, Awad Awad, 55, saw fear.

The battle for the ground

Fara is located in the northern Jordan Valley, a strategic area of ​​agricultural lands that support local agriculture and the economy of the isolated camp.

The Israelis, who live in illegal settlements, have stumbled on this land, sometimes assisted by the Israeli authorities, and Palestinian farmers have been increasingly banned from their fields.

Military incursions escalated in response to the Palestinian resistance, tightening restrictions on the movement and ways to live.

Israel launched the so -called “iron operation”, as it took a ceasefire in Gaza, in an attempt to tighten its grip on the resistance strongholds in the West Bank.

When the campaign arrived at Far’a, more than 3000 of the 9,000 camp residents were forced to go under the threat of weapons.

According to the United Nations figures, 40,000 Palestinians have been displaced through the West Bank since the start of the operation.

Israel’s invasion of FARA began with a complete closure, the closure of all entrances and exits, and the cutting of supplies and medical assistance. The siege for eight days, which followed the cut clip, water and strength.

Once, its population was removed from 30 villages near Jaffa, in the center of Nakba, Faraa is a ghost city. The modest concrete houses – which were full of life – stand in a strange silence.

The narrow alleys, which turned into sludge due to uncompromising rains, were cavity, and everything – the walls, the parked cars, and the facilities columns – leaving behind a path of destruction.

Ambulances were transported. Journalists were prevented from documenting the raid. The Red Crescent teams were prevented from evacuating the wounded. The soldiers systematically moved, and expelled families – one neighborhood at the same time.

With no place to go, families stumbled into the mud, children and blankets stuck, and their shoes drowned in thick mud in the streets flooded by the floods.

Fear was thick. It may mean the impatience of the soldier or boredom beating – or bullet.

“This house was supposed to hold us.”

When the soldiers moved towards the distant party of the camp, Oud looked from his window, trying to think. The retired employee of the Ministry of Tourism knew that he had no options.

When the soldiers exploded his door, screaming at him, he refused to leave. They hit him with their guns and finally took him out.

“See this house?” He said, referring to the house that was built, and he is now watching from the threshold of his brother’s house, several buildings, where he resorted to his wife.

“I was built in stages with my family’s growth. With six children, the ground floor was not large enough.” Between the arrival of the 34 -year -old Dal, the 20 -year -old, Ahmed, the 20 -year -old, continued to grow.

“In the end, this floor became a Diwan, where we gathered every night. He said, the winter seasons were warm here – with our company and laughed.”

“But when my daughters and sons married and moved, it became more cold. When my son Muhammad killed, he turned to freezing.”

Muhammad, his middle son, had left for the university in Turki three years ago.

He left once when he went to study. Then he went forever a year ago, “Oud said, his eyes are attached to the house, but they seem to look beyond it, remembering that fateful day in April 2024.

“Muhammad returned to the visit, only to verify his family. He did not know that he was going to death.”

Break his voice. He bent over a nearby chair, and pressed his hand on his forehead. “My head hurts me from all of this,” it muttered. “Let’s go inside.”

The father of the six walked slowly to his bed, and his legs are heavy. He was assembled in layers to fight the cold, pull a blanket of wool over his feet, and rub his hands for warmth. Carefully move, his back is bruising from beating.

“Take everything”

“You have to leave,” the soldiers told him when they stormed his house. “But first, interrogation.”

The questions came one by one.

“How did your son die? What was he doing? Who are his friends?”

Three hours passed before the soldiers submitted their final request: the evacuation immediately.

“I have refused,” said Aam. “So they hit me.”

Bruises and lame, made his way to his brother’s house at the camp entrance. He knew what would come after that. The soldiers were running his house for a few hours, and perhaps a day, then went ahead – leaving him in a state of ruin.

The next day, try to return, but the soldiers prevented the road. After two days, try again. Road barriers were placed, and this part of the camp was cordoned off.

“Every Friday, my children used to gather here. Their mother was cooking. Dal will help in the kitchen. Sometimes, Sama was visiting Jenin. But Friday, we will not meet. The army was sure of that.”

Remember weddings, partnership parties, and grandchildren – all of which are celebrated within those walls.

“Memories are endless. There was a lot of life here. Now, there are only bullet holes.” How, when the Israeli soldiers entered his home and found the kerosene heater, he was still working after the siege that lasted for a week, they were keen to destroy it.

It also remembers the difficult times that their house saw. “Muhammad was always harmful, rioters.” He added with a faded smile: “He was not like his brothers – he did not like the school, which led to many arguments and quarrels.” “But he was full of life.”

It has passed several days on the visit of Muhammad when he was killed. He was walking on the street when the soldiers shot him.

“Like this. Then they ask us why he was shot!”

However, Asees refused to lose hope.

He said: “Regardless of the amount they take from us,” we will live. You grow very immunity after this great pain. “

This piece was published in cooperation with egab.