On Tuesday morning, nine AM., after the end of the war on Gaza and the withdrawal of the occupation forces, `Abdullah returned home as all the people did after war had displaced them from the places of their sleep and play. He was eager to see his birds and did not wait for the breakfast that his mother prepared for him in the early morning; his longing was bigger than his hunger. He cut a loaf of bread and put some potato chips inside and went out. Near his sister who was searching the crops for "hibiscus" (wild plant) that his mothered desired, he died with her after the mine shrapnel that Israel had left in the place hit him.

Despite his nine years old, `Abdullah was brave, liked adventures, and did not fear anything. He took those qualities from his father who used to take him wherever he went, encouraged him to study, and taught him the basis of Commerce. He grew up and his wishes to become an animal trader, like his father, became bigger; not a matter of imitation but out of his love to nature.

On the day he died, he came happily to his mother because his uncle gave him two "shekels" (local currency). He did not go out to buy something for himself but he bought two pieces of candy, one for him and the other for his mother. On that day, his mother refused to take the candy and when he insisted, she took some so as not to make him angry. Then he went to buy some peanuts to eat in the house yard. He went out again and only few seconds passed and his body was torn into pieces; the biggest part of it was like the peanuts' grain.

His happy day was when he took the animal for grazing, or when he went to the market with his father. He loved those animals very much to the extent that he used to feed, water, and take care of their little ones. However, the child was killed by a ruthless hand, leaving pain and sorrow in the heart of his kind father. He left a stick to his father to breed the animals with. Those animals kept waiting for the child and when they did not find him, they walked quietly and sadly.