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Ahmad and Amjd

“ My brother Ahmad 💙, (He always used the blue heart icon) 21 years old, studied information security engineering at the University College of Applied Sciences. He completed almost three years of his studies. Ahmad was a genius, inventing small robots. He was so intellectual; it was impossible to ask him about anything without him having an answer. He didn’t waste his time, always reading and educating himself.
“ Additionally, he was a cook and had a beautiful voice when reading the Quran. He was one of the best young men. He was also a talented painter, capturing people’s portraits in front of him. These are just a few of his paintings. He had a notebook with many more beautiful sketches, but no one knows where it is. It might be gone with the home.”

“ My brother Amjd, 23 years old, studied accounting at a university in Gaza but didn’t continue his studies so my brother Ahmad and I could complete ours. He was also smart but preferred his siblings over himself. He ventured into the mobile phone profession and admired this line of work. Even during the war, he brought screens and equipment, planning to open a tent by the sea to repair mobile phones. “

“But on the day he was about to set it up, he was killed before he could get there. Before the war, I had completed all the paperwork and processing for him to travel and join me in China, where I am married and living. However, the war broke out, and he refused to leave my parents. Sadly, he’s now gone, leaving all of us behind.”

“Moamen, 23 years old, my cousin and like a brother to me, was studying graphic design. Moamen, the one with a pure heart,.My mom wrote on his grave, “the righteous,” and I said he wasn’t just righteous to his parents, but to everyone he knew. Whether close ones or strangers, young or old, he was helpful, respectful, and had impeccable manners.”

“On February 27th, while returning home from Al-Qarara to Al-Mawasi, my brothers Ahmad, Amjad, and Moamen were shot by a drone. Just minutes earlier, my dad had a cheerful conversation with Amjad about their mobile workshop plans. Tragically, the drone struck, killing them instantly. My dad, who was eagerly awaiting their return, witnessed their arrival on a donkey trolley, covered in blood. Please pray for them.”

A message was received on our platform from their sister and cousin, Dania Al-Abadlah.


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