In the Morning of the 9th of January 2009, one of the days of the Israeli war on Gaza Strip, the Bedouin village north of Gaza Strip was on a date with a partial withdrawal of the occupation forces to the agricultural areas.

In that morning, the people of the village went out to meet some of their needs: some of the boys took the sheep to graze a little in the neighborhood while the grown up people headed to the market to meet the food needs of their families. When it was the time for the Friday Salah, Ahmad Abu Quliq performed ablution and went to offer the Salah, but his mother obstructed his way and asked him not to go for fear of the Israeli killing machine. His mother says: "He was determined to go out to perform the Friday Salah in the masjid, but my fear for him made me not to allow him, but he insisted strongly and I did not do anything but to supplicate Allah to being him back to me in one piece."

Ahmad offered Salah then went out with his cousin to the market. On their way to the market, one of the Israeli tanks that centered on the border of the village fired one of its fragmentation shells at them. Ahmad escaped quickly, but when he saw that the shell cut the hands of his cousin, he came back to help him, unfortunately, the tank fired a second shell at them tore his body into small pieces and he fell as a martyr at once.

During that period, his mother waited for him eagerly because all the people who went to offer the Friday Salah had come a long time ago except Ahmad. However, the news of his death was no longer a secret, as she received it few hours after the Friday Salah. The news was hard for the heart of the mother, she was stunned and remained crying all day long and her heart was filled of pain and sorrow for a long time.

When a brother or a friend leaves the world, we may forget his features but his memories remain to remind us with him all the time. His brother Salamah still in pain for losing him and his heart is no longer happy for anything. Salamah says: "My relationship with him was so special and because I was the younger, I used to go with him everywhere. His friends are my friends too and my friends are his friends. Salamah could not hold his tears which flowed down on his cheeks to draw a picture of grief mixed with longing and yearning. Ahmad was not only a brother who lived with Salamah some years then had left, but he was his soul and heart twin.

Those feelings that Salamah felt when he lost his brother were shared by his father also who was a friend, a son, and a brother to Ahmad. He used to share his concerns and worries of life and the responsibility of meeting the needs of the house. Every now and then he felt that Ahmad is traveling for a while and will come back soon to bring back with him the smile that he almost forgot. The dream of the father remains out of reach because the Israeli killing machine separated between them.