The Al-Habashs remained indoors seeking refuge in their small home in Al-Tufah neighborhood that was very close to the Israeli fires. Like other Palestinian families, the Al-Habashs thought that the restless Israeli missiles might mercifully spare their precious lives. On January 4, the 12-year-old Esraa' was fed up with the continuous Israeli onslaught that forced her to abide in her home. Young Esraa' missed going outdoors, going to school, and meeting her dear friends.

Bored to death as she felt, Esraa' gathered her cousins and went on the roof of their house to play and have fun. These happy moments faded so fast as cruel Israeli aircrafts, spread all over the Palestinian sky, ruthlessly fired its missiles into their tiny bodies to tear them to shreds. Some of them dropped dead while others were severely injured.

Esraa's tiny body could not bear the brutal fragments and she died right away. The bodies of Esraa', her cousin, and her best friend Shadha, or what remained of them, were mixed. Esraa's father tried to gather up the remains of his little angel while his wife, full of hope, was looking for her little girl among the injured children.

Her mother says, "I thought that the bombing targeted the house next door. But in fact these vicious criminals were robbing my little angel of her life." After a sad pause, the mother recalls her sweet memories of her sweetheart; she recalls her short yet precious 12-year-length life.

She remembers her very first steps, her first sweet words, and how her little angel used to stick her tiny body to her mother's in her various social visits. The heart-broken mother recalls Esraa's compassion and affection for her aunt Mariam; as she used to help her all the time.

The unforgettable memories of her stubborn little girl and how her mother used to gently persuade her to do what she wants and how her child would courteously listen to her are well preserved in the mother's broken heart. Her mother holds on the memories of her encouraging Esraa' to study harder and how she used to shower her little angel with her unconditional love.

The memories of her complaining 12-year old angel before `Eid Al-Adha are still fresh in her mind. "Esraa' came to me crying before `Eid Al-Adha complaining that her Aunt, Mariam, was buying her son, Eslam, new cloths for `Eid. I took her between my arms and assured her that I would do my best to buy her new clothes regardless of our financial difficulties. My little angel was thrilled. Esraa' looked extremely happy when she found exactly what she was looking for: a long blouse and similar trousers like her sister's. My dear child was incredibly happy at that `Eid as if she knew it was her last," said the grief-stricken mother.

Her three-year old sister, Hanadi, is still waiting for her beloved sister to come back so that she would reprimand her for leaving her alone all that time. Poor Hanadi is still waiting but Esraa' will never show up as she had gone for ever. She dreams of her dear sister every now and then.

The mother tells her little girl that her sister Esraa' is in Paradise, still-innocent Hanadi believes that her beloved sister is in a short trip and will come back soon to play with her and take her to the supermarket to buy what she needs as they used to do. Twelve-year old Esraa' always dreamed of growing up and finishing her study in the university so that she can work and provide for her poor family. She dreamed of being a teacher so that she could teach young children and help them have a better life. The 12-year old angel is gone for ever leaving behind her unfulfilled dreams.