Mira Fadi Ahmed

My sweet child, the fruit of the house. She filled the house with life, as my youngest child. She was always with me in anything I did at home; she would always cling to my neck, sleep in my arms and hug me at night, and she always loved taking selfies with me. Words cannot describe Mira's place in my heart; she is the soul of my soul and a piece of my heart. The child Mira was killed in an Israeli bombing.