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Noor, my daughter, was the only one who held my heart in this world. Her story was different from other girls.
Noor Al-Fara, 13 years old.
She had dreams for the future and was planning to achieve things beyond her age. She lived in her own world, with thoughts and interests that were unique. Whenever someone met her, whether a woman or a man, they would sit with her, chat, and say, "This girl is extraordinary. Mashallah, she seems like a university student, not a child who hasn't even turned 14." Indeed, when they said this, we realized that we are not just numbers. We have souls and bodies, and we have dreams that we want to fulfill in the future. It was as if she sensed that her time in this world was limited, but her dreams were grand, so she raced against time to achieve as much as she could.
As soon as she entered the house, she would start talking as if she had been away from me for a week. She would share many details about herself, her friends, teachers, and school news.
She was an icon at school; she felt like the center of attention among the students. She participated in all academic and non-academic activities, and she was a dynamo at home, on the street, and at school with her friends.
On November 7th, 2023, at 6 o'clock in the morning, the Israeli occupation aircraft bombed the entire square in front of the Farhana School in Khan Younis, and Noor was martyred. Oh God, she left a great void. My life turned into an empty desert after her, despite the crowdedness around us.
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