Mohammed Abu Lahya

“Mohammed was the biggest supporter in my life, always standing by my side. Even when I made a mistake, he would say, ‘It’s okay, you’re still learning.’ He never made me upset. He would always say, ‘You should always be laughing.’ I remember when he would walk in and find me crying, he would ask, ‘Why are you sad? Did I upset you? Okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. Tell me what’s bothering you. Okay, can you stop crying now?”

Mohammed Abu Lahya.

His wife said:

My husband Mohammed was a driving instructor. Positivity and acceptance were written all over his face. He was the most beloved teacher among his students. The news of his martyrdom was significant and profound, and his students were deeply saddened by it. Glory be to the One who planted his love in people’s hearts.

I got to know him while taking driving lessons, and I loved his popularity among people. In a very short period, we got married, and afterwards, Allah blessed us with Ayman. We were living happily in a home filled with warmth and affection. We were a very sweet family.

I remember vividly during my childbirth, how he was by my side and with me. I remember how he never left me for a moment. I remember his concern for me and how he used to tell me, ‘I’m by your side.’ I remember how he would recite from the Quran and say prayers for me, holding my hand. I remember how he opened his phone and searched for supplications to ease the delivery. I remember every time he stood by my side.

Mohammed had a great passion for food. He would always come at night and say, ‘You relax, you must be tired all day with Ayman, and I’ll prepare dinner.’ He would enter the kitchen and “And he prepares dinner.

I remember during Ramadan when I was tired because it was the final stage of my pregnancy. During suhoor time, he would wake up and prepare the pre-dawn meal. He never hesitated to wake me up. I would always say, ‘I’m lucky to have him and his tenderness.’

Mohammed was something entirely different. He was a father, a brother, a husband, a support, and a friend. I would thank Allah that I chose a father like Mohammed for my son. He was a treasure in my life.

On December 31st, our names and our son Ayman’s name were called to travel. But his name didn’t come up, and he was supposed to come a week later. On January 1st, 2024, Mohammed was martyred. I received the news two hours after arriving in Egypt, and our farewell at the crossing was our final goodbye.”