On her way home, Khawlah met her friends and stopped to talk to them for while as they exchanged strawberries and laughed a little bit; her father called upon her: "Come on! Khawlah, we do not want to be late." Unfortunately, his wards did not reach the ears of his dear daughters fast enough; a cruel Israeli missile beat these words to the girls. In a twinkling of an eye, Khawlah, her friends, and her sisters were torn to shreds.

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Khawlah’s love for her mother can not be described through words. She could not tolerate being away from her beloved mother. Her mother narrates: "Being active in the Da`wah field, sometimes I have to go out in holidays and weekends to give seminars or lectures every now and then … My little angel would complain about it saying: "Mama, are you leaving us even in holidays?! … Please stay mother." When I could not surrender to her desire, she would insist on accompanying me so that I would not be out of her sight." With eyes full of tears and a heartrending voice fading in her crying, the grieving mother shared with us the tragedy of losing her pressure child.

Khawlah enjoyed a unique status at her home. She was the blue-eyed girl of her family and was the apple of her mother’s eye. Her loving mother used to hold her tenderly in her arms until she falls asleep.

Khawlah’s beloved sister, Sahar, was her soul mate; they were such inseparable close friends; they never hide secrets from each others. The two loving sisters used to go to their school and come back together every day. The two innocent sisters led an agony-free life, one that is full of hopes and wishes to grow up, attain success and finish their education. But the Israeli missiles robed them of their hopes leaving Saher alone grieving her dear sister; grieving the unfulfilled dreams.