Muhammad Mamdouh Muhammad Abu Jazar

The first Friday passes for me without you. Praise be to God until You are pleased, my Lord. And here is a message to the Muslims of the world: Imagine this reality with me: hours separate you from seeing your children and your wife. You wake from sleep to the news of their martyrdom, and you find nothing of them or their bodies. (Have you imagined this for yourself?) These children, O Muslim, were torn to shreds. What did they do to the tyrannical Jewish state? O Allah, show us a black day for the Jews and those who assisted them. Heal our chests by seeing the shredded remains of their children, O Lord. Make them grieve for their children and their women, O Lord. And I only say what pleases our Lord: "To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return." "Allah is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs." May God reunite me with you in goodness, O Lord. You are the loves of my heart. And he speaks to himself, shocked by the horror of the tragedy: The last time I saw them was hours before they were martyred. I took my wife out for a walk in the street, and we returned home. I did not know it would be our last hours, but I swear to God, my heart was heavy. I saw all their faces, and they were changed. Tenderness and affection filled the place. We had lunch together at one table, and I sat and talked with them. Afterward, when I came to leave, I said goodbye to my children while they were sleeping. I swear, they woke up, and in their eyes there was a look of both longing and farewell at the same moment. And my affectionate wife called to me and said, "Come, I want to hug you." She kissed my hand, embraced me, and said to me, "Sleep with us for one night." I told her, "I'll come back tomorrow," and I left. I did not know that it was our last meeting. So, praise be to God in all circumstances.