A story to tell:
''What is the right thing to do, ha?" said Ameer. ''My son please stay home, death is all around." Um Ameer said weeping, while his son, his sole son is launching to get his machine gun for jihad. It was two of clock in the morning. Small of death every where, children crying comes from every dwelled house in Al Zaytoon quarter, silence only broken by missiles. People witness new rockets, and they started to give it names, 'net spider, or spider rockets' and fighters and mujahideen are fighting without rest, they keep defending the neighborhoods from the Israeli tanks, troops, and marines. Some corners were defeated and out of Hamas mujahideen's control, shooting at buildings and in all directions trying to attract fighters to appear, to snipe them like birds. Ameer's sister have been shot, deep wounds, bleeding horribly. "Ameer, please don't go outside." These words were the last few fearful and tearful words ameer have just heard from his mother while his 10 years old sister bleeding to death. He is on the roofs now, he can see soldiers, hiding, shooting, and using complicated machines. He thinks, if I shoot now, they will destroy the whole building. There was a big mess on the ground. A couple of steps, ameer finds another man waiting the right chance for revenge, ''Ibrahim!" said ameer. ''my family died, except me and my young brother, his wounds are not killing, but I kept him in safe place, we might die this night, but not before doing our duty to defend our dignity and homes until last drop of blood.'' ameer agreed by shocking his head, but not that long shocking because he was stunned that ibrahim falls dead, a sniper has shot him in his head. Less than a tick, Ameer move away, and all his body is trembling. He barely could see, breathlessly placed himself in more secured corner. All are dead. In a moment of unconsciousness, Ameer imagined himself a shaheed, remembered the quran, god words echoed on the walls of unconscious streams, "Don't think, mujahideen for god's sake are dead, but they are alive in god's heaven." this is not a life, but a real hell. Another ear-splitting sound of jet fighter _ spider _ breaks the silence, it hit the next building and its nets hits Ameer's ambush, he knew something happened, but he tried to avoid or disbelief, he ran the stairs down, a huge fire was eating his apartment, he couldn't get in, he tried, to avoid fire, until he saw his mother and sister are just pieces. Nothing now in mind, no grief and no fear, only the vengeance for the what remained of his family. Ameer's tears fall unconsciously, and he starts to screams out of his control, headed to the roofs, he want to destroy the whole Israeli arsenal by his machine gun, a powerful Kalashnikov that his father was using from the same roofs to fight the army of jets, tanks, and huge technology, but his father died two days ago. Ameer is what remain from the martyrs family. Fire covered his mind, his eyes see only anger and woe. Silence, Ameer is waiting for the troops to passby down the street, he is trembling because of sadness, not from fear. 6 Am, while the sun still asleep, a couple of marines pass by fearful, watching the all directions, the radio voice from one of these soldiers is what awakened Ameer, first he did not recognize where he is, the radio which comes so high in his ear talking in Hebrew made Ameer feel the chance. They are here. An idea comes to his mind, he must shoot from another roofs only one bullet then come back here to shoot their backs, as many he kills, as long he might live. He did it, they were more than ten, they bow down, and open fire, countless shoots, _like rain_ to the direction from where Ameer's bullet comes, but Ameer no longer there, he did go back, he take a look, more than seven soldiers are not backed, free to his destination. I must shoot the radio holder then the other. He reloaded his weapon, and said, in the name of god, and the witness, and shot more than 20 bullets and hid, no fire back. he takes a look, and thought he is going to die soon. Four soldiers fall dead, other are bleeding, no radio. And the other soldiers disappeared. He reloaded his gun, and shot the other who is bleeding, now eleven are dead. He runs down the street, I order to take some weapon. As he take what he need, a sound of apache helicopter in the air, and merkava tank in the next neighborhood is humming. He knew he will be in heaven soon. He looked at the dead soldiers, no one is armed with heavy gun. He quickly ran to his building and before he got the building gate a missile had hit him, knocked him dead.
This is a story of hero that we never know, we know only fake heroes' stories.