When I entered our destroyed house, I searched for my brother's shirt until I found it torn under the rubble I quietly removed the stones from him and did not pull the shirt so as not to tear them. It took a long time to search and remove the rubble as well

Muhannad has many pictures in this shirt, not because he likes

it, but there was no other one This shirt, which he used to wear every Eid, has become the most precious shirt in my life, and for me, it is like Joseph’s shirt, which they threw on his father, so he wore it seeing.

Muhannad does not have a lot of clothes or shoes, and neither do I and my brothers...

We used to wear everything from each other, taking anything in front of us on the rope. We did not have a closet for each person. We did not need a closet because we often put the clothes on the rope before they dried...

This is what Tariq wrote about his brother Muhannad, one of the Qassam fighters who was martyred in this war

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