I’ve just learnt that my student Hareth Na’eem was killed with his father in an air strike in Der El-Balah.
Oh, my Hareth. He is from Beit Hanoun and he evacuated months ago with his family. And now they are killed in south Gaza, where the monsters have been ordering my people to go before massacring them in large numbers.
Oh, my Hareth. Your father kept calling me and texting me to ask about you in school, whether there was anything he needed to know about your performance.
Hareth was one of the high-achievers in my class. He competed with others in class to be the best.
You are the best. Hatem is the best.
We are the worst
Mosab Abu Taha
