Heartbreaking farewell moments.. Fahd Abu Heikal carries the body of his infant son, Sam, who was killed yesterday evening in the city of Hebron, as relatives and family members bid him a sorrowful farewell.
A little while ago, while I was walking with my father in the street, a young man suddenly fell right next to us. He started screaming and crying in a terrifying way… Within seconds, blood began pouring out of him, and we didn’t understand what had happened until people realized he had been directly shot.
Panic spread everywhere, and everyone started running and trying to escape. Later, we learned that the bullet had been fired from a distance of more than two kilometers. Imagine… even inside what is supposed to be a “safe area,” death is still chasing us at every moment, without any warning or mercy.
I am still in shock. I cannot process what I saw with my own eyes. The young man’s screams and the sight of blood will never leave my memory. What is happening to us here? And how can any place truly be safe amid this horror?
Nayef Samarou had just brought his wife to a Nablus hospital to give birth to their first child. While stepping out to visit a nearby supermarket, he was shot and killed by Israeli terrorist forces.
A teacher in Palestine sat down to grade his students’ midterm exams—only to learn that one of his students had been killed that very day.
Instead of a score, he wrote a farewell.
This is the reality under Israeli occupation: not only are futures cut short—lives are, too.