Sara Miqdad

Sara, my joy, whom I waited 13 years for! My only sister, my daughter and my friend, the youngest of us, our darling. She knew the Book of God by heart and was a certified reciter with an unbroken chain of transmission, despite her young age. She was devoted to her prayers at the mosque and to the community there. Everyone attested that she was mature beyond her years, praising her character, her manners, and her modesty. My darling, who was a sister to my children, their mother, and their friend. Whenever I imagine you under the rubble, my heart burns, my little one. The occupation bombed her while she was safe at home, and she was martyred along with the rest of the family.