In the south-west of Gaza city, specifically in Tal Al-Hawa Neighborhood, the situation was turned upside down. The aroma of the sea came full of gunpowder and death because the Israeli tanks spread corruption in that neighborhood. There, nearby the faculty of the community for professional and applied sciences, the Israeli tanks were targeting the family of Fathy Dawud Al-Qarm.

Fathy and his children: `Ismat, `Ala', and Amirah were inside the house and when he heard the voice of an injured person bleeding, crying of pain, and asking for help, Fathy (in the forties) intended to help him, but a missile was faster than his steps toward that injured person and turned his body into pieces. When his daughter Amirah saw her father covered in blood, she cried with her highest tone: "`Ismat come and see papa," but a second shell shut the voice of Amira when it hit her in her foot. She crawled until she had some rest in a deserted house whose owners left it because of the bombarding and destructions.

`Ismat went to help her father, but she could only find pieces of flesh covered in dust, smoke, and blood. She screamed with her highest tone as her brother `Ala' did: Help, medic. She started to ran for few meters to reach the main street, but before she could reach there, an Israeli reconnaissance warplane was fired at them, killing her and distorted her body features.

`Ismat (sixteen years old) was so special in the house as well as in school, where she used to help her stepmother in bearing the responsibility of the housework and taking care of her siblings. In school, she used to get high marks and nothing had prevented her to continue her study and the reason was her organization of time. A she dedicated time for fun and play, and taking care of siblings, she dedicated time for study.

The 17 years old Haya does not forget the worry of her sister `Ismat for her during the first days of war when the security headquarters were bombed. Haya said: "We were at school and when Israeli declared the targeting and bombing of the security headquarters, schools were declared empty and we escaped. Near the school door, `Ismat was waiting for me, she took me by hand and when we reached the nearby security headquarter, its stones were falling over our heads. She fell to the ground, took me in her bosom, and covered me with her body in order not to be hurt. That day, she cried for a long time for me. She wept voicelessly, but I could see the tears flowing down from her eyes on her little cheeks.

She loved drawing, handcrafts, and teaching. She wished to grow up, become a grown up girl, finish high school, and join the faculty of education in order to be a teacher who teaches students knowledge, literature, and arts, but her dream was killed before it can begin.