سلمى إبراهيم
This is the uncle’s speech about the martyrdom of his brother, his wife, and his two young daughters:
I convey it to you as it is, so that it remains strong evidence of the brutality of the Israeli occupation army:
I have been trying to write about Ibrahim for a while, but I cannot. It may be a shock that Ibrahim, who loved life and loved people and people loved him, left us and went away Or because Ibraham is a book of stories, memories, laughter, and play. I envied my mother and father for having such a son
He used to sing to my mother an excerpt from the song (Evening of Love) and say it, “How are you, Randa?” And my mother would say, “It’s good,” and he would say it again, “What a sweet voice, how sweet.” He is my brother, my friend, and the best civil engineer among you, Gaza, and my teacher of mathematics, physics, and Arabic, and the storehouse of secrets. He filled us with kindness, fun and love. His wife, or my third sister, as I used to say, as if she were his twin in kindness and joy. They loved life and had many projects and many countries they wanted to travel to With their daughter, AlQamarat, Randa – light-hearted, smart like her father, and kind like her mother – Salma did not finish the 3 months. On October 23, I called my mother. Ibrahim answered me. For the first time, I was able to talk to him via video. He was happy, and around him were my cousins and aunt’s children who were martyred with him.
Ibrahim: Come on, prepare yourself, I will come to Türkiye.
Me: Haha, I will never forget racist Türkiye, full of it. Go to Egypt and I will be with you.
Ibrahim: I say we will meet in heaven and it will be over haha - The next day, Ibrahim, Aya, Randa, and Salma left
We will not forget
We will not forgive
هذه كلمة العم عن استشهاد أخيه وزوجته وابنتيه الصغيرتان، أنقلها لكم كما هى لتظل باقية برهان قوي على بطش جيش الإحتلال الإسائيلي:
صارلي فترة بحاول اكتب عن ابراهيم بس مش قادر
يمكن من الصدمة انو ابراهيم الي بحب الحياة وبحب الناس والناس بتحبه تركنا وراح
او لانه ابراهيم عبارة عن كتاب من حكايات وذكريات وضحك ولعب ووو
كنت احسد امي وابوي على هيك ابن
كان يغني لامي مقطع من اغنية (سهرة حب ) ويقولها “كيف حالك يا رندة” وامي تقله “منيييحة”ويرجع يقلها “ولووو صوتا شو حنون”
هوا اخويا وصديقي واحسن مهندس مدني فيكي يا غزة واستاذي الرياضيات والفيزياء والعربي ومخزن الاسرار
كان غامرنا بالطيبة والمرح والحب
زوجته ايه او اختي الثالثة زي ما كنت اقلها كانها توامه في الطيبة والفرفشة
كانو محبين للحياة وعندهم مشاريع كتيرة ودول كتير حابيين يعملو سياحة فيها
مع بنتيهم القمرات رندة – خفيفة ظل ذكية زي ابوها طيوبة زي امها –
وسلمى الي ما لحقت تكمل ال٣ شهور
في ٢٣ اكتوبر رنيت على امي رد علي ابراهيم ولاول مرة اقدر اكلمه فيديو وكان مبسوط وكان حواليه اولاد عمي و عمتي الي استهشدوا معه
ابراهيم : يلا حضر حالك جاينلك على تركيا –
انا: ههه لا انسا تركيا العنصرية مليانة روحوا على مصر وانا بجيلك –
ابراهيم: انا بقول نتقابل في الجنة وخلص ههه –
في اليوم التالي رحل ابراهيم و اية ورندة وسلمى
لن ننسى
لن نغفر
