Ahmad spent a long and arduous day filling the pots with water and transfer them to the house where he entertained his uncle for fear that he might be killed in the Israeli shelling. His body was exhausted during the day and the horror of night, the sounds of explosions, and shells that Israeli used to demolished Gaza Strip were increasing his horror and fear that he might be injured in those shells.

In the morning, Ahmad went down the alley that he loved. He left the darkness of the house after the electricity outrage to breath fresh air and amuse himself after the horror he watched in a night filled with bombs and shells against the civilians. They were his last minutes in this world when an Israeli reconnaissance warplane fired one of its missiles at him causing him to fall as martyr at once.

With the love of a mother whose heart wept for him, she says: the soil on which Ahmad was walking loved him. He was beloved by all because of his good manners." She recalled how she told him that she feared that the war would take away one of her family and he responded: "How lucky is the person who will get the martyrdom, it is a high degree that cannot be granted for everyone." 

Ahmed was not lucky to complete high school last year, but this year he was very active and exerted all the efforts he could to succeed. His mother says: "I have not seen him so much attached with school like that year. We were waiting for the results of his tests, but he passed away. Allah is Sufficient for us and how a fine Trustee He is!"

Ahmad was very tidy and used to take care of all his affairs to the extent that his mother left his room as it was until today. He did not like sleeping or playing but in that room, even when he had to sleep in the basement with his family and aunt for fear of the shells, he told them that was the last night to sleep in the basement; and indeed it was his last night.

As for his brothers, they felt no less than their parents. His sister Islam says: “He is with us all the time, we can feel him despite the emptiness we feel after his death. I remember how Ahmad was joking with me and when I asked money from him, he used to give it to me at once. He used to give me a shekel from his pocket money to show off before my colleagues. Today, Ahmad is absent and only memories are left from him, but he still lives in the hearts of all those who loved him.