'They started shooting at us'

Following Israel's siege of a mosque in Gaza, Al Jazeera spoke to two Palestinian women who were wounded after attending the march to protect Palestinian fighters inside.

    Two women died after Israeli troops opened fire

    Asmaa Hamad 

    I was with the march, seeking to know the latest about those captured... and if we could free them.

    The [Israeli] tank was about five metres away, then they started shooting without any warning.

    Where is my injury? In my leg. From bullets.

    Elham Hamad

    Yesterday [Thursday] the Jews spoke on the horn [loudspeaker] and collected all the youths.

    "We were confronted by a tank and we raised a white flag... without any warning they started shooting at us"

    Elham Hamad, Palestinian woman marcher

    They alleged [they would] bring them back, but they never showed up.

    They captured more than 2,000 young men.

    At five this morning, we gathered to find out what happened to the captured men.

    I have young men captured and so do my neighbours.

    [We were] more than 30 or 40 women, we marched for about 40 metres away from our homes.

    We were confronted by a tank and we raised a white flag.

    Without any warning... they started shooting at us.

    Women ran away. A number of women, including me, fell injured and we remained for a long time without any aid or ambulance.

    We lay for three hours and we were all bleeding.

    SOURCE: Aljazeera


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