Jinan Hussam Abu Shamala

She was killed by what they called a "minor" injury. She was killed by two bullets from a tank in Mawasi Khan Younis. A leg injury may seem minor, but in the end, it took the life of this innocent girl! And how can the impact of a tank, weighing tons of iron and spitting explosive lava, be "minor" for a child as gentle as Jinan? And how can the terror and the scenes of death this delicate child faced be "minor"? How can the pain of bullets in a child as young as Jinan be "minor"? And how can a bleeding wound, with no medicine or treatment, be "minor"? Jinan was one of a set of twins; her beautiful brother's name is Qais. They were their parents' firstborn, two gentle, polite children, so shy you could barely hear their voices. You could see a spark of intelligence in Jinan's eyes that made you love her instantly. I always saw her as older than her years. She was a child who loved life, her school, and her family, and knew nothing of life but the simplicity of her childhood. Her heart had room only for a rosy life of innocent love and dreams of a quiet existence. Jinan made you love life the moment you started a conversation with her; she knew how to speak with adults in an eloquent and charming way.