After having lunch at their grandfather’s home, the one and a half-year old Fadil looked at some young children who went outdoors one by one to play, Fadil hoped that his mother would finish feeding him so that he could join them to play.

With his small, yet fast and precise steps and driven by his wish to run away from the three-day long darkness of his house to enjoy the bright afternoon light on the street, Fadil approached the young children watching the tiny glass balls, and whenever a glass ball approached him he tried to hold it but they would not let him. So, he decided to stand still hoping to get his chance and hold one. Meanwhile, the car of a neighbor passed by them and in an instance a shell of an Israeli reconnaissance plane hit it, Fadil and his cousin Nashat dropped dead while Muntasir, Fadil’s elder brother, was injured. Fadil’s face was torn apart by an Israeli shrapnel and he bled to death.

Fadil’s mother could not find a safer place to protect her three boys and her girl from the Israeli brutal war on Gaza than her father’s. She took her husband and kids and went to her father’s home where she faced extremely difficult circumstances as they lacked food, water, and electricity. However, this suffering could not be compared to the tragedy of losing her dear baby who was totally torn apart by Israeli shrapnel that smashed his head and his beautiful face. 

Fadil’s parents kept struggling after the death of their beloved baby feeling guilty that he had beaten them to martyrdom. His mother described her little baby saying:” Fadil was a very bright child; he could draw the attention of all relatives or even visitors around him so that they would play with him. We were thrilled at hearing him pronouncing some letters which he had recently learnt. We also tried to teach him how to pronounce our names, Sa‘eed was the only name Fadil was able to pronounce.” 

Little Fadil or “Little sheep” as his mother used to call him because of his smooth yellow hair, has been martyred. “He was a quite blue-eyed baby”, his father says: “I can not believe that they aimed a shell at my baby’s tiny body!! His small body can not bear shrapnel … I am speechless …I can not find words to describe it … Why? What crime had my baby committed to deserve such a death? He was too young and too little to do anything … all I can say to them is that Allaah is sufficient for me, and indeed He is the best Disposer of affairs.