When I was kid I was always amazed by the beauty of the sky, by the depth of the ocean, and by the properties of the earth. I hate walking in the dark but its delightful at night, with the beauty of the sky in the navy blue background. I came to wonder: how come there is no war between the stars. All I see in the sky is pacifism. I ask my mother once a time, is this earth very small? before she leers at me, “why you ask this nonsense question?” “I don't know, but maybe because I want to know why people fight by the border. If this earth is enough for all of us why we need weapons, hate, violence?” I responded. My mother was not ready to give me the answer what I was looking for, instead, she told me that I was a child and only allowed to know how to play a games with other children. When the war started my mom decided to run and hide in the cave. She asked me to carry my four year old sister so I carried her on my back. My mom carried my two year old brother on her back and my one year old sister on her front. My ten year old brother carried the metal stove we used to cook bread and the flour. The worst thing was that my grandmother could not walk fast but we could not carry her. My mom asked me to run to the cave near me and wait there for her. I told her I'm scared of caring for my sister and myself. She said full of tears I don't want you to die here so please take your brother and I will follow you with your grandmother. I didn't have any choice so me, my sister and my brother went to the mountain where the cave was. We saw almost all of the people from the village concealed in the cave. One of mom's friends who was in the cave had us to sit with her. I was worried about my mom, my grandmother, and my other siblings. The jets made the sky look busy while they turned the beautiful land to dust. I started to cry, all I was thinking is that my family didn't survive. Then I heard a man from the cave help a woman who was carrying a child. I knew that that woman had to be my mom. I was relieved that my family made it to the cave. We stayed one week at the cave. All the woman were praying while the noise from the jets and the weapons made the children cry. I couldn't bear the noise and just hoped that everything would be quiet so that our last few moments alive would be peaceful. At that point I wasn't sure if we were going to survive. I was sure that a jet would find us in the cave and all I could think about was that I wanted our last few moments alive to be peaceful. The flour we brought was not enough, so I remember after four days my mom and other women went to the village in the middle of night to bring some food from the houses. While in the village the women saw corpses strewn about in the streets. They couldn't even identify some of the bodies because of the destruction that the jets caused. My mom could not bury any of the bodies or bring any of them back to the cave because it was too dangerous and they didn't have time. When my mom got back to the cave I saw in her face that she was full of sadness. The cave was the worst place - I couldn't sleep on the hard rock. I had a pain in my back and all I wanted was to go to my home and sleep well. After eight days of staying in the cave the noise of the weapons was disappeared and all of the people decided to go back to the village. The women and older men had to care for the children because all of the younger men were in the war fighting. When we returned to the village we saw many houses burned to the ground . My family was one of the lucky ones because our house was not in danger. I've heard that after a war you can't ask who won it, but the question is just who is left alive after it. All the woman of my village including my mom went to help those that were injured. They found many people who had died, and most of the people who died were the elderly or those who couldn't run due to a disability. Some children were killed as well. All the women with the help of the older men brought the corpses to the church. My village grieved. I vividly remember sitting under a the big tree that I found outside of my house, I closed my eyes, so I can pretend that there was no war and people are alive. My eyes became my enemy. when I opened my eyes all I saw was people in deep grief.