Sama Muhammad Hamada

Sama, and there was no one like her. She came into the world after a six-year wait, special and beautiful in every way. You felt she was a real princess in her speech, her posture, her elegance, and her tenderness. Sama loved everyone and loved to play with everyone, and she never hurt anyone's feelings. She loved to share her toys and her food with everyone. Her words were as sweet as honey and her laugh was enchanting. She was full of life, spontaneity, and the spirit of childhood. She was an outstanding student at her school, knew parts of the Quran by heart and recited them with a sweet voice despite her young age. She was an artist who loved to draw and loved all the arts. The child Sama was killed in her father's arms. She died with him after the occupation targeted their apartment at dawn.