Qusai Awad Ghurab

This is the son of my martyred aunt, Iman. He had the sweetest laugh in the world. Qusai was our beloved, our little brother whom we loved so much. He had a cheerful, sweet face. He was an outstanding student, always at the top of his class, and he dearly loved to study. He loved to play and to swim a great deal. He loved family gatherings and outings with us. He loved us, his uncle Ahmed's family, very much. He was our little brother, who loved us and whom we loved deeply. He was his mother's darling; he loved my aunt so much and was so attached to her. He couldn't stand to be away from her... she was always with him, and so he followed her just two days after she was killed, unable to bear life without her. Qusai was a fun, sweet, cheerful, and beloved boy, with the most beautiful laugh in the world. He was capable, outstanding, special, and loved life. He had so many dreams he wanted to achieve. He loved to play, like all children. He loved us so much and was very close to us. The missile stole Qusai and his laugh from us, just as it stole my aunts and other family members. Qusai was not a number at all. He was life itself, and full of life.