The Third Attack on Gaza III My younger brother is crying because the explosion was near our house, and the sound terrified him. Mama tries to reassure him by telling him it's kind of fire games. She pats his head and tells him a story. He chuckles and start to HEHREGR tears from his eye. One hour later he giggles and says the sound is too strong but lovely! Mam's trick was a success! I didn't know if he believed Mam, who heartedly wants to keep his thoughts pure and safe, or if he just wanted to believe the trick because it's better than the awful reality. In wars, there's no place for sensibility. I find myself several times imagine another different world; a world where every splendid and beautiful thing exists. There are no bombs or wars, but kind and humble people who hurry to help whenever it's due. It's my Utopia. It gives me hope because one day it will be a reality.