Ayah and Abdullah

The martyrs Ayah and Abdullah, Their mother says: “I imagine them now sitting in a place more beautiful than this, like this gathering, talking together, far away from the sound of shelling, death, and hunger.

A few days before the war, we were talking, and they told me they didn’t want me to grow old. Ayah, in fear, said to her, ‘Mom, I don’t want you to grow old and become the oldest grandmother by the time they die, and I don’t want you to die.’

They didn’t know that in Gaza, death takes the young. And now it’s the parents who bury their children.”