Muhammad Jihad al-Madhoun

My dear, affectionate Hammoudi, with the wonderful smile, may God have mercy on you, the heart and eyes of your mother. He would worry about me and hug me whenever he saw I was tired; he was my support in everything. He had a beautiful voice for singing, and for everything else. He would sing the song 'Oh mother, see me off in my wedding procession, I have come as a martyr' over and over. He taught it to his little brother, and they would sing it to me together. He loved his brother dearly and always looked after him. Their father made sure that whatever he brought them, they both got the exact same thing: the same clothes, everything. May God have mercy on you, you who were dearer to me than my own soul. Every day I waited for him to grow up, wanting so much to see him at school. I cherished them with all my heart. Everyone loved him wherever he went, adults and children alike. His teachers loved him a great deal.