`Atiyyah did not care about the climate of war that was going on. These climates did not prevent him from going out to be in the site of bombing to fulfill his national duty in rescuing as much victims as could, especially in the light of the ongoing appeals. The Red Cross ambulance cars did not arrive to the place of martyrs and injured people to take them to the hospitals. `Atiyyah did not know that he would pay the tax of his national and humanitarian duty from his own soul and blood. An Israeli reconnaissance warplane aimed a missile at him and his medic colleagues to hit them all directly. The injury was very serious, so he was martyred affected by his injury.

His colleagues received his martyrdom with sorrow and grief, but it was very striking to his eldest sister and her children. Her little son Mahmoud always asked about him: “Where is my uncle `Atiyyah?” No one could answer that but the tears of his mother.

As for his elder sister `Abeer who was several years older, she still remembers the last night she spent with him. He insisted to carry her on his back, roved in the house, and laughed at her screams. Finally, he get her down and ran to the pigeon which he always took care of. He played with, fed, and watered it then `Abeer took a picture of him with that white bird; it was his last picture in the world.

`Atiyyah hoped to finish high school soon and start his career by gaining money, building a house, betroth, marry, beget children, and rear them up on ethics and good principles. He wished to be the best guardian to them and they would be the delight of his eye. However, that dream, which was growing with the passing of time, waned until it disappeared with the death of `Atiyyah and it never came true.