Luckily, my only two remaining brothers survived once again, along with my brother’s wife and their daughter, however, their shelter and belongings were turned into rubble. Only God knows how they were able to make it and survive amid this massacre. My older brother, Osama, his wife, and daughter sought any place to spend the night, hoping to find new shelter the next day. My other brother, Bilal slept his first night over the rubble, to guard what was left. He waited for the morning to come to save anything he could save.
My dear Bilal, take my soul. I offer you my patience. If I only could give that to you. I could feel the sorrow in your voice during our video call, yesterday. You told me, we are okay, dear sister, but our apartment is gone. Your words fell like a knife upon me.
May God comfort you in your pain. May God’s mercy be upon us all in the grief we share.
Asmaa Mughari
June 17, 2025
