On Saturday evening, the third of January, the sun left the homes of the eastern cemetery desert that were made of "Zinco Palates". By sunset, the occupation forces took away, with their missiles, the lives of Muhammad Al-`Ar's family who used to live there. The sixteen-years-old Fida’ passed away after she had been hit in her foot by the first missile launched at them as they were getting away. Ibrahim and Rukan were the first to fall as martyrs when the second missile was launched at them, then the father and the son's wife were killed by another missile that caused their flesh to be separated from their bones.

On that day, with the successive Israeli warplanes bombarded to civilians everywhere, Layla Nassar - the mother of Fida’ — was about to leave home. She called upon her husband with the highest tone she could when the first missile penetrated the eastern cemetery wall, getting out the bodies and bones of the dead from the graves. Her husband told her that no one can escape Allah's Destiny. She called upon Ibrahim to tie the horse with the carriage and get ready to transfer his siblings and their belongings to a safe place. While they were carrying pots and belongings, the sound of the missile was echoing in the ears and its dust covered the eyes. After the dust has settled down, the black fume revealed redness that was mixed with the sand of earth; it was the blood and flesh of the young children that scattered in the place.

Fida’ was the first to be injured among her siblings when the first missile hit the eastern cemetery wall. After she had been hit by shrapnel, she screamed, walked, and asked her brother to help her to settle on the carriage. However, the second missile did not give her much time when it fell amidst them, causing the children to fly away from the mother to fall later as martyrs and injured. The mother said: “At that time, the dust of the bombing was mixed with the blood of the martyrs and their flesh with the earth. I called upon them one by one, but nobody answered. I walked in the blood, on the rubble, shrapnel, and carnage. Finally, I gathered the parts of my family and sneaked out to the neighbors’ house away from the sight and waited for the ambulance.”

Fida’ was not the elder child, but she was so close to her mother and her last moments were still in memory. Her mother said: “On the day where she was martyred, unlike her habit, she played a long time with her elder sister to escape the atmosphere of war. She made a challenge with her sister which she called “the challenge of the high school girls” and she was the winner as usual.”

She added: “Unlike her habit, she wanted to be in the best shape, exactly as the full moon. She applied make up and put on her new clothes after she had taken the permission of her sister. She said to her: I want to wear these. She let her wear them, combed her hair, and sat to study her lessons.”

Her mother described her as the skilful cook of the family. She was so active, took care of her younger siblings, and she was the first defender of the family as she always dreamt. Fida’ told her mother that she is going to be the first lawyer in the family and asked her to supplicate Allah for her. However, the missiles of the occupation took away her dream as they took away her life for good.