Dead end

Welcome to hell!

Abdullah awoke to find his family knelling beside him, he was lying on an old hospital bed "hey he's awake" shouted a voice from behind him "we can see that" replied his mum looking a little red."How you doin" asked his dad " Im ok" replied Abdullah. There was a bandage on his head he guessed that the glass had caused it. " The israelies gased a place near the bunker you were sleeping in yesterday" stated a man with a scarf around his face. He guessed that this was probably a hamas member sugesting by the AK47 he cradled in his arms. Abdullah found that he was felling a lot better, he lifted himself off the bed and stood up his mum instantly gave him a hug "oh my baby i was so terified" she whispered in his ear Abdullah felt slightly embaressed but he let his mum embrace him a bit more befor he slowly sook her away. Abdullah now examined his surroundings they were in a room that was surrounded by windows he guessed that this was what they called a sunroom. The room looked prettey crowded but already loads of people were racing towards the exit. He slowly made his way towards the exit closely followed by his family they kept on insisting that he should rest but Abdullah reapeatedly told them he was fine. Abdullah opened the rusty metal door of the sun room and went outside it was now that Abdullah first lay his eyes on the glory of the Hamas operatives base and wich would later became his home. When Abdullah had first entered the hamas base it had been in the thick of night and he could barely see one foot in front of him but now in the scorching gazan sun Abdullah examined the full aspects of the base. It was ginormous there was a gigantic wall of sandbags at the front and the back deadly looking machine guns were posted at every corner. There were a few old fashioned world war 2 or perhaps the midle eastern war pillboxes there was a trail of treanches connecting to the the bunker and the sunroom. There was a gigantic barn next to the bunker there was a sweet aroma drifting through its open window he walked towards it he couldnt remember the last time he had eaten he didnt know how long he had been unconcious 2 days at the most his belly ached in protest of doing anything but eating. He could survive hunger he knew it because he had fasted every day in the month of ramadan last year and the year before that. He was at the door now he gripped the hot metal of the handle and turned it. There was a lot of people in the barn mostly Hamas members they were spread out eating some sort of curry it must be lunch time. There were a few nan breads and bowls filled with curry lying on a table in the centre of the building.