This elderly woman came weeping to the tent of the martyred journalist Hassan Esleih, searching for his kind face and gentle voice. She remembered how he used to ease her burdens and help her quietly, without seeking attention. With tears falling before her words, she said: "Hassan wasn't just a journalist — he was my son, my support... The one who showed mercy to the hearts of the poor is gone."

This elderly woman came weeping to the tent of the martyred journalist Hassan Esleih, searching for his kind face and gentle voice. She remembered how he used to ease her burdens and help her quietly, without seeking attention. With tears falling before her words, she said:
"Hassan wasn't just a journalist — he was my son, my support... The one who showed mercy to the hearts of the poor is gone."

جاءت هذه السيدة المسنّة تبكي عند خيمة الشه يد الصحفي حسن عنها المع، ويساعدنا بلا ضجيط. قلت واللموع تسيق كلماتها. كان ينمل
كان بس صحفي، كان ابني وسندي... راح اللي كان يرفق بقلوب الفقراء..