Praise be to God in adversity and every hardship... My sister's father and her five children, and her father-in-law's house... to the eternal gardens... to soul and basil... and the Lord who is not angry, the support is gone... May God have mercy on you, father, and by God I am relieved... Israa is gone, Israa Ahmed is gone, the one who took me by the hand to the mosque... the one who raised me since I was little in the mosques is gone... she went with Hamouz, the last thing I did with him was play chess... and that was the only time he beat me... Rua is gone, whom we attended our last breakfast together yesterday, and Tasneem, Maria, and Bilal, who is 3 months old, are gone... my beloved ones, whom I promised to send away after the war, in honor of Rua's veil... Maysara is gone on the same day she gave birth to Yaqeen, Maysra Hamdan, O Lord, they are martyrs... so honor their resting place and heal my mother... To God we belong and to Him we shall return. Praise be to God in every situation

الحمد لله في الضراء وكل بأس... أبي أختي وأبناؤها الخمسة، وبيت حماها... إلى جنات الخلد... إلى روح وريحان... ورب غير غضبان راح السند... الله يرحمك يابا والله ارتحت.. راحت إسراء إسراء أحمد راحت اللي أخدت بيدي للمسجد... راحت اللي ربتني من وأنا صغيرة على المساجد... راحت مع حموز اللي آخر شي عملته أنا وهو لعبنا سوى شطرنج... وهالمرة الوحيدة اللي غلبني فيها... راحت رؤى اللي حضرنا آخر فطور مبارح سوى وراحت تسنيم وماريا وبلال اللي عمره ٣ شهور... راحوا حبايبي اللي كنت وعداهم أطششهم بعد الحرب على شرف حجاب رؤى... راحت ميسرة بنفس اليوم اللي خلفت فيه يقين Maysra Hamdan يا رب هم شه.داء... فأكرم مثواهم واشفيلي إمي... إنا لله وإنا إليه راجعون .. الحمد لله على كل حال