Fourth Day
S
aturday
, N
ovember
17, 2012
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time and live in the fear for this expectation! They
were so afraid to lose him; they prevented him from
going out anywhere!
Crying bitterly over his cousin, Osama
swore to mom that he won’t leave home but to
attend Khalid’s funeral! Next morning, my mom
arrived home having been to Khalid’s funeral. She
asked about my brothers, Hammam and Osama, to
make sure they were both fine. Hammam answered
while Osama did not. She asked about Osama. We
told her that he was sleeping at his house. She asked
to see him, so she asked my brother to make sure he
was there. He was not there. A few moments later,
some neighbors knocked at our door and told us that
Osama was killed.
We got shocked.
My mother was not able even to accept the
fact that her best son was killed by the most savage
force in the world. She was not even able to get
the idea of not seeing him again, not hearing his
voice or talking to him! He was a father, a brother,
a friend, and a son to her. He was everything to her;
everything to all of us to the extent that we wished
that Israel had killed us instead of him!
We could not forget how hard it was
especially when his little two-year-old daughter,
Layan, brought a piece of candy and offered it to
her father’s picture, stuck on the wall. She tried to
feed him a piece of candy, innocently saying, ‘Why
isn’t daddy eating!’
