During the seventh displacement from Rafah to Al-Mawasi, where the city was being evacuated in preparation for its later destruction. While praying Fajr in the tent, I heard a strange rustling sound near my books lying on the ground. The rustling intensified, and fear gripped my heart, quickening its rapid beating. I turned my head to the right and then to the left, glancing behind me. It was the first time in my life I had ever seen a real scorpion. Its slimy body gleamed in the light of my phone. At first, I was confused and hesitated to take my next step, until the strange black creature moved toward one of the small openings at the end of the nylon sheeting spread on the ground. I grabbed the book "Paths of Peace," which I had bought from one of the stalls selling books stolen from Rafah school libraries. I took a step forward, raised my arm, my hand gripping the book tightly, and slammed it down on the scorpion, knocking the book onto it. The sudden blow made a loud noise in the tent, like an explosion. My children woke up terrified, while I continued pressing down on the book, my body trembling and a feeling of both fear and disgust washing over me at the sound of the black creature being crushed beneath it. I glanced at my children, still shaken by the explosion, and reassured them, "It's nothing... I killed a cockroach." The children drifted back to sleep, reassured by their father's heroism. I continued pressing down on the peace lines until I was certain there was stillness and no movement. I lifted the book, pleased with the result of the crushing. I went to the opening the scorpion had almost moved towards and shone the light on it, finding two small scorpions. I dealt with them more easily. Then I quietly searched the area, but found no trace of the intrusive creature. In the morning, my daughter Salma boasted about my ability to kill cockroaches, but neither she, nor her siblings, nor their mother know what she found among us that day. Perhaps they will read this text now, or someday, and realize what danger lurked for them in that tent, at that difficult dawn. #Gaza #gazaverified #palestine #mastodon #mutualaid #freepalestine #freeGaza #fyp #help #writing #palestine #genocide #War #StopGenocide