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Our martyrs are not mere numbers… They are stories left unfinished, dreams cut short before they could bloom, and laughter that once filled homes but now lingers as a memory in our hearts.
Our martyrs are not mere numbers… They are stories left unfinished, dreams cut short before they could bloom, and laughter that once filled homes but now lingers as a memory in our hearts.
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Eid, Mohammed, and Jihad left, their story unfinished.
Fidaa is gone, but she remains in the memory of those who loved her.
Zeinab, Fayrouz, and Ayloul—three flowers taken too soon.
Maryam, Bisan, and Layan, names that once filled the house with laughter, now remain as memories mourned by the walls.
17 names... not numbers, but hearts that stopped beating and souls soaring in the sky of the homeland.
Mohammed could not bear the pain of loss after his two children and brothers were taken. Grief was heavy, but fate was swifter…