In the night of the third of January, the Israeli tanks did not reach Al Zeitoun Neighborhood during its land invasion to Gaza. The warplanes showered the area with missiles and shells. In that night, the sounds of missiles, shells, and explosions were too loud every now and then. At nine pm, the family of Arhim woke up on the sounds of explosions. The mother was about to wake her children to take them and leave, perhaps she would escape bombings, but a missile that was launched from F-16 warplane fell on her house, injuring her husband and her son Jihad heavily and killed them. His eight years old bore witness to his innocent childhood, where it was filled with hard study and having fun in holidays. His friend Amgad still remembers his movement with his head right and left in playing and the more movements he did, the more they laughed and the passersby would rejoice them for their innocence.

Jihad was as a second mother for his brother Ahmad (two years old) as his mother says. The young brother was so much attached with his late brother to the extent that he would spend half of his pocket money to buy candy for Ahmad. Yesterday, Ahmad asked his mother about Jihad and she answered: he is in heaven. Thereupon, he said I want to go to the heaven to see Jihad.

His mother spoke with a tone of pain: “He was diligent and distinct in school and got the third place in his class. He loved math and science and he always get the full marks in both. He was smart, handsome, and of good manners; he never said nasty words to a neighbor or a friend."

However, his diligence and excellence in school did not stop him to exercise his favorite sports like other children, where he loved football and was the captain of the school and street team. In holidays, he always played football and used to spend from his pocket money to buy balls one after another.

After the martyrdom of Jihad, his mother used to open the cupboard and smell the nice perfume that Jihad used to apply on his clothes, then she would remember him and grab the clothes to her chest and weeps out of sorrow for his death.