It is still forenoon in Bayt Lahya, the bride of the north agricultural area and here is the house of Nafidh Al-Hulw. Little Aminah had her breakfast and went out to the front yard of her house, she sat on her swing, and played without paying attention to the tanks that were stationed in a place not far away from her. Her grandmother called her saying: “come inside for fear that a shell may tear you apart.” She responded: “No grandmother, if a shell hits me, I will die fast without suffering."

The expectations of the grandmother were correct. As soon as her voiced stopped, an Israeli tank started to attack the house. The family members could not find a solution but to escape death with their children. The children and the mothers were at the front so as the Israeli occupation forces will not shoot them with the tanks’ shells, but what happened was horrible. The Israeli soldiers looked at that family after horror had possessed their hearts and their faces expressed fears, they laughed at their fear and their irony laughs were heard loud. Moments later, an Israeli tank fired its shell at them, causing Aminah and her brother Muhammad to lose their lives at once. Fear and horror possessed everyone that was with them. The aunt who walked with that group said: "The vision was clear to the occupation soldiers, they shot us intentionally. They were happy to see the bodies of the children torn into pieces before their eyes."

Days before her martyrdom, it was her birthday. Her wish was to see her mother who was stuck in Jordan after the occupation tightened its siege on the Strip; she was waiting for her to share the celebration of her birthday. Her mother, who returned few months later after the death of Muhammad and Aminah: "I have received the news with a shock and my brothers made me say some Qur’anic Ayhas. She phoned me and asked me to come soon to attend her birthday. I promised her that I will come, so she insisted not to make a birthday but after I come.” After that phone call, Aminah said to her aunt: “It seems that I will never see my mother again because I am going to be hit by a missile. Aminah lived with her cousins during her mother’s stay in Jordan, therefore, the young and the old loved her. Her death was so hard, especially for `Ammar (6 years old) who loved Aminah very much. Today, he remembers how did he use to move the swing for her. Her mother said: I wish I could see her every day. She waited for me to come back every day. She prohibited anyone to come near my clothes.”

Her small body was torn apart, even the plaits of her long hair which she combed few minutes before her death were torn apart and were cut off her head. Aminah had gone and left her seat in high school empty, as her dream to become math teacher was killed by the shrapnel of that shell.