Gaza - 11-year-old Karem Samra no longer goes to school, nor does he have the opportunity to play like all the other children. He is living amidst fear and anxiety, together with his family, under a dilapidated house for 4 months. Even though the windows are broken, they want to believe that they are protected there.
Every day , the little boy goes outside to look for water. The latter is dirty, and yet barely secured. On the best day, it fills 7.6 liters of water.
"Sometimes when I go home, I fall because the buckets are heavy. I cry because I know that no one can help me, knowing that my family is without water", he says to the foreign media, as you can clearly see the dust of the bombed streets on his eyebrows.
For Karem, his 4 sisters and parents, Suzzane and Ameen, are waiting. His father, 54 years old, has always worked as a fisherman. Thus he provided bread for the family, but Israel has blocked this possibility.
"I miss pencils, friends and books," says Karem. "I wish our house had not been destroyed and we did not suffer every day for bread and water."
His concern for his family has gone to the point where he has sold his body clothes for food and wood to keep warm. The sad parents see how his childhood is going to waste...
"He used to sit and read, draw. He spent a lot of time in his room. We couldn't wait for him to come out and show us one of his drawings," says mother Suzanne.
These memories are now a thing of the past...
Samra is one of thousands of Palestinian families taking shelter in tents, dilapidated homes or schools. Karem is also one of the many children who takes it upon himself to act like an adult.
Taking on responsibilities at such a young age and losing so many loved ones has made her not love school as much as she used to. "I lost my books, my receipts. Even some of my teachers. I don't know if one day I will be able to want to go to school with the same feeling as before. I dreamed of becoming a pilot one day, but after seeing the bombs killing and destroying us, I'm afraid. Now I don't know what I want to be", he says through tears.
His parents still can't believe how such a small body can hold so much pain.
"We don't want to see our son like that, but he insists on helping us. But every time we go to bed together, he goes back to being the kid he is. He asks us for nice clothes as soon as the war is over", they conclude.