The July 2006 Lebanon/Israel War: My Story

This is a guest post by my good friend Hala Hassan.

Hear it from those who were there.

A neighboring country at war, you sympathize.

Innocent civilians torn into pieces under the wreckage of their houses, you shed a couple of tears.

Frightened children and sick elderly begging for international intervention, you pray deaf ears listen somehow.

But what if you were that citizen in that country, held up in your house, scared like you’ve never been, reciting every single prayer that ever crossed your mind for those bombshells to stop and those warplanes hovering in the sky to go away…

Yes, it’s been 5 years since “July war”, “the 33 days war”, “the 6th Lebanese/Israeli war” or whatever they want to call it. But for that traumatized girl, it still feels like yesterday…

To survive a war is one supposedly satisfying ending. Not to have lost a family member is considered a blessing. But for a 17 year old, survival was not enough to overcome such an altering experience: A slamming door, a blowing wind, even fireworks… any sound still triggers her fearful memories and is capable of causing her a panic attack.

She still remembers each day and date in the intricate details of their events. She still remembers that Wednesday July 12th when her father called asking her not to be alarmed if she hears distant explosions. She remembers how he came back that afternoon ‘whistling’ trying to make her and her sisters feel like everything was just fine. She remembers how she had to share a bed with her older sister that night, freezing at instances and suffocating at others out of fear.  The warplanes had started violating her sky that day. They wouldn’t leave till late August.

She still remembers the following two days she spent in the supposedly “safest room” of the house – back then “safe” meant having a double ceiling, no glass windows and least furniture – and how she kept on squeezing her mom’s hand relentlessly all night like a 2 year old.

She still remembers the voice that emanated from the radio, her only way of communication with the world, asking her and other Southern residents to leave their villages. Or else. That radio also conveyed news about those innocent civilians, who got betrayed by their naïve expectations, upon leaving their houses thinking that a white flag would save them from being savagely murdered.

She still remembers that shelter in her grandparents’ house: a tight narrow tunnel lacking light and at some points oxygen in which she sought mistaken safety with other family members and neighbors. She still remembers the smell of those sweaty fearful souls and the cries of those frightened hungry kids.

She still remembers July 19th when her peaceful village was attacked by deadly showers of cluster bombs, those internationally banned bombs that kept on dropping like rain for hours during which she felt the epitome of fear, leaving behind a dead woman and many serious injuries. She still remembers that awful silence following the disaster, a silence which was not broken until a few of hours later by the siren of an ambulance that waited a long time to be given permission to come for rescue.

She still remembers July 21st when a vehicle of the Lebanese army was bombarded in her village leaving behind severely burnt soldiers, even though the army was left outside the equation back then.

She still remembers her 8-year-old sister hugging her physician father as he was leaving them to help in rescue efforts, begging him not to leave as everyone watched the scene and wept.

That day was her last in her beloved village because the citizens whose cars “survived” the attacks decided to leave. Food, water and medication had become scarce. And most importantly it had become obvious to them that they were targeted to be killed.

That day she saw her father covering their car with a big white piece of fabric. She saw frightened people struggling for seats in the leaving cars, which got stuffed with traumatized flesh and blood seeking refuge…. The last face she saw was that of her grandfather at the house gate. He refused to leave because for him life does not exist beyond that gate.

She still remembers that cursed journey to the Bekaa, every moment she spent looking through her window praying for that Apache not to show up in the sky and turn her and her family into pieces. She still remembers those endless days she spent crying and thinking of the life she left behind, wondering if she’ll ever be back.

Who said time makes people forget their previous fears and overcome past sufferings? Well, here is something that girl has come to learn: child or elderly, woman or man, illiterate or educated, everyone who survived that war has suffered and still is. They are all hidden victims that no one ever bothered to soothe their psychological needs and problems.

That 17 year old is turning 22 soon. She is a graduate of the American University of Beirut and planning a medical degree, which makes her someone who supposedly has been provided with the best education and environment to overcome whatever distress she has been through. And yet that girl is still held up in that summer. As a friend of hers always suggests, therapy might be the best solution for her condition. Therapy might put an end to the nightmares. It might alleviate the effects of the past pain… but the scar will always remain, carved with blood and tears in her memory.

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. For that girl, this saying has become a belief. 4 days after the battles stopped, there she was, back in her village along with most of those who left, challenging all the difficulties and threats. Everyone had one common goal: rebuild the destruction, heal the wounds and restore life in their beloved South. After all, it’s Lebanese determination that was being tested. Who is better at acing such a test than those who have endured vicious wars throughout the years, one after the other? History will probably keep on telling their stories of glory and courage until the end of days.


42 thoughts on “The July 2006 Lebanon/Israel War: My Story

  1. While reading, i felt myself there. its weird how you could affect my mind and just transmitted me from behind my desk here in Africa to that house in south of Lebanon, you took me back to 5 years ago when i still was il Lebanon alone without my parents. I even dont want to remember.
    and your totally right about someting, no matter what happened SCARS always remain.

    great Article, for all those who lost someone or lived that war, im sure they will be touched!


    • Going back to a place that does not resemble whatever it looked like before, with no electricity, no water, nothing to overcome the shock, that is glory and that’s how the residents of South Lebanon have fought for their right of survival over the years and still are. I am not sure if you’re aware of the fact that the threat is still there, as usual, yet we came back, rebuilt our homes and we are willing to stay. And i do respect whatever opinion you have concerning the war, but i personnaly consider criminal anyone who does not admit that intentional massacres were caused by a criminal army.
      Apart from that, thank you 🙂


      • Oh I’m still aware. It takes a lot of courage, as you said, to go back.
        But the threat you mentioned wouldn’t have acted out in July 2006 if there weren’t a group in the South that provoked it.
        I also consider criminal anyone who doesn’t admit to international justice.


  2. Its really touching Hala!
    I guess u should be feeling better now, after u wrote this article.
    Let’s hope we’ll never gonna be through this again


  3. Thank you everyone for your comments, I’m really glad you read this post and got the message I tried to send, on a separate note and just for clarification, there is no political hints behind this, the whole purpose was to share my experience and shed light on untolerable cruelty againts unarmed innocent civilians


  4. Hala don’t they say that some students excel their teachers!! you have definitely done that!! Am fascinated, overwhelmed not to say stunned not only by the proficiency of the language(which attracted me first actually(hehe)) but with the content which I have to say that fortunately I didn’t experience but frankly speaking it is the first time i knew how it really felt being there at that time!! God bless you honey…lucky parents to have a child like you! kisses


  5. Superb. As much as awful an experience it is, and as much as it sent shivers through my spine, it is superb. Lets hope it stays in the memory but never crosses the reality border again.


  6. Again, thank you so much everyone! i really appreciate your comments! 😀
    Sorry for the late reply, had no internet access earlier.


  7. I have to say that is very true…I’m Lebanese American have’nt been to lebanon for the past 15 years; however my dad was visiting lebanon during that war and he was killed.. a martyr. I have to say here the anguish, the heart break , and the sorrow that befell my family was tremendous. I have never gotten over that summer even though I wasn’t there !!! but my dad was. The feeling that I get every time I think about my dad and of not being able to be with him in his final minutes on this earth hurt. I feel for all those who hurt then and are still hurting. Our beloved south will always stand against such babrbaric acts and brutality by isreal. I hope the lebanese people will be able to accept each other !!!! peace


    • So sorry for your loss Hana, may his soul rest in peace.
      I hope time will heal our wounds and we will finally find peace 🙂


  8. U r really a gd writer and the feelings are so true in this article , i felt this war for one night only .. I was in north lebanon that summer .. Even though i saw many movies documentries and live coverage .. But this post was so REAL way more … Keep up


  9. Thank you Roy 🙂 I guess when someone has gone through a crisis he/she can give the best “story” and I’m glad you did not have to live through the hell of that summer 🙂


  10. Brilliant..!! I didn’t live the war except on television or by hearing enemy ships bombard viciously on targeted areas!! I know I’ve been nearly practising my normal life and didn’t bother much about war.. All I had, all I could provide is feelings of sympathy but this article precisely is the first thing about wars that ever touched me, the first ever that provoked every single feeling through my entire body.. I see much more clearly now! Way to go Hala, it is absolutely brilliant.. God bless you..


    • I’m really glad the feelings in the article have succeeded in communicating the message behind it, particularly to the targeted audience.

      Thank you so much Issa 🙂


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