The Story of Martyrdom:

On the 4th of January 2009, the night came sad and gloomy on Al `Attarag Neighborhood in the north of Gaza Strip, where death came in a Zionist tank shell or fired from a gun carried by an Israeli soldier who has no heart or conscience. His bullet left the bodies without movements and left the hearts bleeding with pain for those who had passed away.

At two o’clock in the morning, the Israeli forces surrounded the area and mined it by its tanks. The bulldozers advanced to demolish the wall of Kamal `Awajah’s house. Umsiyat (12 years), the sister of Ibrahim, was the first to hear the roar of tanks and the sound of the bulldozer which penetrated their house wall, so she rushed to call her parents and screamed with the highest tone she could.

The parents began to search for a way to escape, but no one could get out. They stayed for a few minutes protecting their children with their backs before the bulldozer demolished the wall of the room in which they were in. When they found an opening in the wall, they got out through it to the vacant land near their house. The weather was too cold for the bodies of children to tolerate.

The hours of the night passed slowly and heavily on the family, and when the morning came, the occupying forces had retreated few meters. The members of the family went to the house to get some of their clothes and basic needs to seek a safe shelter. Once again, no one could come out, but this time the occupation forces insisted on making the members of that family suffer the scourges of separation.

The mother of Ibrahim went to find some clothes to wear, then Ibrahim came carrying some clothes of his young sister. As soon as Ibrahim stretched his hand to give the clothes to his mother, an Israeli sniper shot a bullet on his flank. The injury seemed to be superficial but she shouted with her highest tone: "Kamal, come and see Ibrahim." Ibrahim’s heart was still beating and he tried to prejudice his injury, but the bullet exploded inside him, causing his intestines to get out from his stomach.

The mother carried her baby in her arms, hugged him in her chest, and looked for a way to keep him alive. Few second later, some bullets hit her with her husband and they fell on the ground covered in blood. The father — Kamal —took a bullet in his pelvis that exited from his back, whereas the mother took a bullet in her feet and could no longer able to stand, so she crawled hardly.

Ibrahim had settled in the lap of his father after his injury, while his mother was few meters away and behind her there were her children who she tried to comfort and told them they she will be fine. She told them that an ambulance care will come soon to carry Ibrahim, their father, and her to the hospital. On the other hand, it was the last moments of Ibrahim who whispered in his father’s ears: “forgive me dad.” The father replied: “forgive me son for I was angry at you today.” They did not continue their conversation because a bullet came to the body of Ibrahim caused him to fly in the air and then settled lifelessly in the arms of his father.

His mother realized that he has died, but she was in doubt whether her husband was alive or not because he closed his eyes out of pain and went in a coma. She shouted at the Israeli soldiers: "Stop, stop, they have died." The answer came from the soldiers in the form of loud laughs.

Ibrahim had died and left his painful memory in the minds and hearts of those who loved him. His brother Subhy still remembers that kiss Ibrahim gave him before closing his eyes declaring the end of his life. Sobhi said: "Ibrahim was injured and bleeding and I was looking at him from behind my mother. I asked her if he would leave this world forever, she replied in the negative." When Subhi wanted to make sure that his brother was still alive, he called upon him to give him a sign of life, then Ibrahim raised his head slightly and sent me a kiss.

That kiss was the last thing Ibrahim did in his life then he passed away. The occupation killed him, leaving our hearts full of sorrow and pain. His mother said: "The soldiers shot another bullet that settled down in between my son’s eyes, causing parts of his bodies flew in the air: some of his black eyelashes were thrown on his father, part of his eyes, and parts of his brain. Allah is Sufficient for me and the Best Supporter.

Ibrahim was not an ordinary kid, but his personality combined the innocence of childhood, wisdom, and soft heart. He was so helpful to his mother and used to draw near to her every far thing. He was the trouble maker boy to his father and the humorous and kind boy to his siblings.

He always dreamt to be a doctor. He used to wear the white coat of doctors and come to his mother showing and asking her whether the coat is suitable for him or not? Ibrahim loved Medicine and took part in the school's Health group, and when he participated in the cultural activities, he would play the role of a doctor. He had achieved his dream in acting, but the occupation prevented him to achieve it in real life and refused to give him time to achieve it.