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October 15, 2023, a year ago today, but it feels like a thousand years. Loss, separation, and departure. They are not just anyone, not mere numbers. They are support, strength, and a pillar of strength. My second mother, kind, gentle, and loving, a safe haven, a keeper of secrets, and a confidante. My older sister, Taghreed Khamis (Umm al-Majd), and her beloved husband, a true friend and companion on life's paths, through joy, hardship, adversity, and fatigue. My dear cousin, Ibrahim Saeed (Abu al-Majd). My sister's daughter, Hind, the cheerful, kind, and beloved daughter of my sister, a woman of joy and a distinctive laugh. Their son, the loyal and steadfast Majd Ibrahim (Abu Ibrahim). My esteemed, wise, and virtuous uncle, the most honorable, purest, and kindest of people, the most compassionate and beloved of all, Professor Abdulaziz Saeed (Abu Mazen). And my cousin, the light, the mountain, and the support, Saeed (Abu Abdullah), and my cousin, the pure, noble, and chaste friend, the one with the light shadow, the one who struck Tel Aviv at dawn with the clear light and the death-mongers, the true and dear friend, Bahjat Abdel Nasser (Abu Tamer), and the one with the pure, kind, cheerful, and courageous spirit, and the son of the dear and beloved, Ahmed Zaki (Abu Omar), and a good and pure group of women, children, and neighbors, so that in their departure and loss they have established for us a new stage in our lives, in our future and our present, that we have become orphans of loved ones. Until we meet again soon in the abode of His mercy, O pure and truthful ones.