As a leaf clings to tree, the three years old Malak clang her elder brother Ahmad and she never left him to the extent that she was martyred along with him by the same missile. When Ahmad was about to go out in the company of his aunt Zakiyyah, Malak refused to leave him. His tries to keep her away were not successful. She grabbed his leg and begged him to carry her, so he responded to her. He went outside to scout the place of the explosion that took place in the near their house. When they were coming back home, a second missile targeted them, killing the elder brother and causing Malak to fly away from her brother’s arms to fall small pieces of flesh and blood on the ground.

It is said that a name gives certain characteristics to a person, likewise was Malak. Her mother said: he smile filled her round small face and her heart was gushing with love and care for all her siblings. Her mother still remembers her sweet words and her innocent laughs that were put off by the shrapnel of the missile. She was the most beautiful of her siblings and most spoiled because she was the youngest.

Despite her young age, she was so eloquent and expressed what she wanted exactly. She uttered all words but with a childish tone. Her mother always cared for her to be the most beautiful. Moreover, she was so smart, pretty, quiet, and sweet. Her mother said: “I loved her so much and her departure had torn my heart apart. If they were to take my heart, it would have been easier for me.”

Her mother counted the days to see her daughter grown up and putting on her wedding dress, but the occupation forces did not give her much time to see that. They took her away, covered her innocence with a black scarf, and replaced her wedding dress with the dress of departure. Her mother had nothing to remember but tears and pains for her departure.