A story about the children who lost their parents in the war.
Arzaff lived in a block of flats on the third floor.
Every day he went to school
Every night he went home and read.
He was a good student.
His mother was proud
His father was happy too.
On Saturday, Arzaff asked the father to go with his friends and play football.
-It is dangerous to play in the field , it is very close to the wall.
I do not want you to go, said his father.
Arzaff cried, hit the door loudly and left.
He went to the fields with the other guys.
They played football until night came and all the kids left.
He returned home to find the apartment building bombarded by rockets.
There was nothing from the second floor and above.
The building had been opened in two.
That afternoon was the last time Azraff saw his parents alive in Lebanon
