We fought our way into the shelter, which wasn't much more than a box of strangers packed in like sardines. Every few minutes sirens went off. "Khattar, khattar," voices would shout. People would run up the stairs, then down howling news about fire and bombings they'd seen from the second-and third-floor windows. The sirens were warnings before or after bombardment, and they were always followed by a silent moment of nauseating anticipation of destruction of our shelter. My brothers, my mother and me all joined in the stair madness." 

The Palestinians were beyond scared, they had heard the the settelers had said they would be invading their homes and kill every living thing that they found." All of the Palestinian families including Ibtisams, fled their home so they wouldn't get killed. 

How would you feel if soilders were claiming to destroy you're home and kill all your family? 

They crossed the border of Palestine to go to Jordan hoping they would find a shelter to stay in until this incident blew over. "The shelter was a three-story stone house. Before we entered, mother was unsure if Maha was still breathing. "I don't have the courage to find out if she's alive," To out stunned surprise Maha coughed and then cried."