Munir Jihad al-Madhoun

Munir, my pure and precious boy, with a heart and laugh so dear. May God have mercy on you, light of your mother's eyes. He used to go to the store and tell me, 'Mama, I want to treat you to a Nescafé.' He was clever with his words, would tell me stories, and would sit and tell everyone, 'I'm going to bring you a gift.' May God have mercy on him. You left so very early, my darling, you and your brother. You were so affectionate with one another, always buying things together, and you were killed together. When you were killed, you were on your way to buy things together.