Silence fell over the place while the Fayz family was enjoying a few seconds of deep sleep. Then, the terrifying sound of a warning missile broke the silence of the night. The horrible sound struck terror into the poor mother who ran frantically in her desperate attempt to save her precious children from the ruthless Israeli attack. The terror-stricken mother grasped her older son, Nour, by the arm and pulled him out of his bed telling him to take his siblings, aunts, and cousins and run for their lives. The dutiful son did what his mother told him and they sought refuge in the street from the heavy bombing on their home. Meanwhile, the terrified mother was rushed off her feet as she tried to rescue her dear children and get them out of the house. Unfortunately, the vicious Israeli attack was faster than the mother and she was too late to save them. The second missile beheaded the mother and the poor children were torn to shreds.

Nour and his surviving siblings walked over the remains of their mother and other siblings while fragments flew over their heads. However, they managed to escape the heavy indiscriminate attack and became living proof of the barbaric Israeli massacre of the Fayz family. The grief-stricken son took his mother’s shoe out of the rubble and with eyes full of bitter tears started kissing it and screaming out of pain and grief. The poor child could not believe that his dear mother and beloved siblings were gone. After all, she had just told him to run out of the house. The devastated children walked sadly over the remains of their murdered family, screaming and crying but there was no answer and no one to help.

Ranaa was a diligent sixth-grade student in elementary school; she was a distinguished and well-mannered student with remarkably high morals. Her life was quite busy with various activities; learning Qur’an recitation and studying her lessons. Her brokenhearted father says:”Ranaa memorized three chapters of the Noble Qur’an before she died. She was just starting to memorize the fourth but these criminals would not let her.” Ranna looked older than she is; she was funny and pretty with an continual smile on her tiny reddish lips. She was a true friend; she always kept in touch with her friends. Even during vacations she would write to them and send them cards she had made herself. With broken hearts and eyes full of tears, her mourning friends offer their condolences to her grieving family, or those who survived the attack. 
Ranaa was her dad’s little girl; she was the apple of her father’s eye. She was his blue-eyed girl; he could not say no to her especially when it came to buying her the materials she needed for her handicrafts which she was really good at. Her father says: ”She could not wait to learn a new card design so that she could make it and give it to someone she loved.” 

Like any twelve-year-old girl, Ranaa dreamed of enjoying her childhood, finishing high school, and then entering the university. Ranaa always dreamed of studying medicine and hoped to become a great doctor; however, ruthless Israeli missiles robbed her of her life and buried her unfulfilled dreams under the rubble.