Allam was in the last grade at high school. He hoped to succeed and join university, but he couldn't. He was brilliant in study, intelligent, and sharp-eyed. When he went out with his father, he would photocopy details of their way in his mind so that he wouldn't get lost if he would have to go out alone. Yet he was energetic and dynamic, and he never let anybody go too far with him. He used to defend himself on his own without complaining or asking for help, while always observing decencies.

Though cunning, Allam was a respectable young man who never declined to lend a hand to others if he could. His father said, "He was helpful to all of our family's youths. If someone was arranging for marriage and wanted to distribute his wedding invitations to relatives and friends, Allam knew all addresses and the shortest ways to everywhere, thus saving time, effort, and money."

As he was helpful to others, Allam was even more helpful to his parents. He was obedient to them and always sought to please them. Mourning her late son, his mother said, "He was my express mail. Wherever I sent him, he would go and come back in no time, readily available for a second and third request without a mere grumble. He only wanted to please me. May Allah be pleased with him and have mercy upon him."

Allam loved his homeland much and hoped to be a defender of his nation, whose freedom is denied and rights violated under the nose and with the connivance of the world. "When he heard about an invasion, he would show enthusiasm to go to the scene of action and do his best to help victims, just like thousands of his sort of youths," the mother pointed out, confirming that her son never belonged to some political organization.

After the start of the Israeli war on Gaza, Allam was firmly ordered by his father not to go out. So, he stayed at home with his brother Hisham, listening to the black news of casualties broadcast on the mobile news service, as the TV and radio were inoperable due to raid-caused electricity cutoff. The father said, "After minutes of the beginning of the Israeli attack, I phoned him to ask about what is happening in the neighborhood. He had a sad voice, as the numbers of victims were increasing." The man was overwhelmed by passion for a moment, then he continued, "Allam said, 'May Allah confer patience upon mothers. There are many martyrs, and it is said most of them are torn into pieces.'"

Allam assured his father that he won't leave the house, but he went out to the next street, just to meet his destiny. "A few minutes after I phoned him, a security center located 25 m away from the GTC was struck, and fragments scattered everywhere. 12 students were martyred, including my two sons Allam and Hisham," the man clarified.

Ibrahim (19), the martyr's brother, said when the explosion occurred, he was at a grocery at a distance of no more than a handful of meters from the UNRWA's bus parking. When he heard the explosion, he rushed to find out, and he saw the bodies of his two brothers Hisham and Allam on the ground among tens of bodies swept by the missile. Hisham was already dead, so he took Allam to the hospital, but the latter died before they arrived.

Today, Allam's laughs are no longer heard around the house, and his parents are engulfed with grief. The mother said, "His friends come to our house only every now and then, when they yearn for their beloved friend. While they are here, I feel him among them, I smell him. But he will be never there."