automobile carrying a sign that red press on it and driven by journalist hamed shahab with co-worker hatim selmethe car outside, a minute or two later, while hatim was with his family, a missile hit their home. anhamat shahab lost his partner. day in a row without going home. i went then, returned home, had bath and changed my clothes. i saw my family, but decided not to see my mother, as i knew she would become too emotional. you know how mothers get after their sons are away for a while. hamed phoneed me to say he was coming to my home. i went to the balcony to watch for him, but he said he couldn't see me. he told me he was entering the street and i was looking down both sides to find him. he entered from the kazim area from the opposite lane because he was coming from our sabra neighborhood, so he said he is now in the street, and i told him i saw him and ended the call. i was going downstairs, my mother was there, and she commented that she had not seen me in a while and that she missed me. i was touched and moved back to kiss her hands and head, and i was about to hold my brother's hand. a

with my cousins and few unkles next to a press vehicle, وقفتت هان عندكم وقفت اللي هو to pick up hatim selme way through those that died so that i may find someone alive to rescue, the injured i could help, the driver was nowhere to be found. the car was unrecognizable, the explosion was so severe. i searched for the driver, but found nothing until a first aid officer found his legs and half of his abdomen. the car suffered a direct hit, it was indeed the target. i imagined myself sitting next to him when the explosion occurred, cut to ribbons dying together as marters. as the war on gaza continued, the targeting of journalists too continued and escalated. israely occupational forces assassinated six journalists all in one month, prompting many other journalists to go into hiding. i would often warn him, but he always insisted. and help carry the injured on his searching to find them all. he used to come home asking about me in my day. he hit his blood stain close from me because he knows i have high blood pressure and diabetes. he didn't want me to feel upset. "where are you going?" he woul