"I am a poor man. Just two words created all that hatred and envy. Two words made the dumb world move in some occasions. I am the poor person. Those were some words he wrote to express his anger. The twenty years old Baha’ Bassam Al Ashqar declared his despair of the Arab world which did not do anything except in some occasions while watching the killing, terror, and massacre that are taking place everyday without moving a thing, except in some occasions and for just few minutes do not exceed reading a statement of renouncing, denial, or conviction then goes back to the former state or relax.

Baha’ was a young Palestinian poet and writer where his words were near to reality and knitted with pain and hope. His mother asserts that he was so sensitive, and the writing of poetry was a talent that he reinforced by reading, studying, and training. She says: "Whenever he saw a martyr, he would cry without knowing him and whenever he saw a child cries for it had lost someone near, his heart would melt of pain and sorrow and exert himself hard to relieve its sorrow with all he could. Whenever he succeed to do so, he would feel as if he owned the entire world and everything in it and whenever he failed, he would feel as if the world had become so tight. Despite the talent of Baha’ in writing poetry and tasting literature, he studied math in Al Azhar university and he could get an A with the first class of honor in his first academic year. Then he started to get ready to end the second year with the same degree that he always achieved since primary school. Specializing in math stems from his keenness to promote the students' capacity whom he wished to teach this subject. One of his sisters said: "His great wish was to end university study as fast as possible in order to be a teacher who can benefit children of his knowledge, but not everything a person wishes he can achieve."

However, in the besieged Gaza Strip and in a time when the most powerful army in the region outbreaks a furious war on it dreams became impossible. Since the first moment of the outbreak of the Israeli attacks on Gaza at the end of 2008, Baha’ stayed home and did not come out except for offering Salah. His mother said with her eyes full of tears: “He kept on that condition until the third of Jan. when the occupation forces decided to commit new horrible crimes that is added to its lists of crimes against the unarmed Palestinians in the Strip by firing its missiles to kill the people who offer Salah in Ibrahim Al Maqadmah’s masjid in Bayt Lahya in the north of Gaza Strip. Baha’ was one of those people who were offering Salah and he died along with another sixteen martyrs in that bombing.

Baha’s poetic sense and his sensitive feelings were recorded in the memory of his little sister who was one year younger; every situation and action that cannot be erased by days and months. His sister said with words full of pain: “He used to fear for me from the air when it touches my cheek. He was so close to me, closer than my veins, but he rather was part of my heart. I miss him very much and in everything: in college and in chatting sessions in which we spoke about our dreams in the dark nights of Gaza because of the electricity outrage."

As for Iman, Baha’s little sister, she kept on speaking to Baha’s picture all the time as if he is travelling and will come back soon to take her in his chest. Her mother always hears her saying to the picture: “Why do not you come to take me to your Paradise?!” She urges him to come quickly, saying: come for my sake. I missed you so much. I am dying to come to you. As for his younger brother, he never stopped asking about that shinny face that used to smile at him, taking him to his chest, and lifting him on his arms. Everyone in the family misses that kind friend and dutiful son.