Khaled Nabhan.. the smiling martyr who was robbed by the occupation of “the soul of the soul” | news

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Khaled Nabhan was not an ordinary grandfather, nor was he an ordinary martyr. He was a story of sorrows and longings that entered almost every home in the world, and people saw how he painted, with his wounded words, one of the most wonderful stories of bloody separation in Gaza.

After a long wait and anticipation, Khaled Nabhan joined his granddaughter, “Spirit of the Soul,” and the white antiques that had lined his head and beard, covering them with prestige and dignity, their radiance increased as he left the world as a smiling martyr.

The martyrdom would not have caused Abu Dhia Khaled Nabhan a mistake, except to kill him in the soul and in the heart.

About a year ago, Nabhan Al-Sabr was shown hugging his granddaughter Reem and kissing her small body, like a rose wrapped in the color of anemones, except that it was red with blood, like her anemones who preceded her from every home, after those soft bones and young, innocent body were broken by Israeli flamethrowers.

Khaled Nabhan pulled out his little granddaughter, Reem, from under the rubble. He could not believe that her joyful life had been cut short by the Israeli army at the age of 3, and that her laughter, which used to fill the house with happiness, had turned into constant sobbing, and that her bright images had turned into soaring specters that disturbed the night and irritated her. Memory, and sheds noble tears.

The venerable grandfather holds the little body, smells it, kisses it, hugs it to his chest, and wishes a childish laugh would emerge from that gentle shroud, telling him that the whole matter was a joke.

But “The Spirit of the Soul” was true in its closeness and tragedy, and another glaring fact is that the Israeli massacres in the Gaza Strip did not differentiate between small or large, between civilians or fighters. Ethnic cleansing, genocide, and aggression targeted every living thing in the devastated Strip. As many say.

Birthday and departure date

In December, the grandfather and granddaughter were born and they left together for two consecutive years. Last year, she said goodbye to the little girl about a month before her fourth birthday.

While the little girl was waiting for that fragrant memory, the affectionate grandfather was preparing what was appropriate for that delicious moment with tender feelings and sensations. The sweetest coincidence in the matter was that the grandfather and his granddaughter met in the same month of birth, and how much joy was swinging in the heart of the noble sheikh, and how much happiness there was. From a blossoming rose, and a sweet, childish melody in the little heart of the little rose, Reem, who was slaughtered by Israeli bullets.

A few months later, another granddaughter was born to Khaled Nabhan, who was named “Rojad,” which means the time of the dawn prayer, that is, the time for light to emerge from the womb of darkness, and the time for the birds of life to fly out into the universe, which is no longer spacious, since its flowers and birds became the target of an Israeli sniper who sends death as a snare. It is rare for a grandfather or grandchild to survive it.

Despite the depth of the tragedy and pain caused by the passing of the “soul of the soul,” grandfather Khaled remained a soul full of love and beauty. He was strongly present in rescue and stabilization. He had a wonderful way of alleviating tragedies in the hearts of young people. He had a bright soul, a strong speech of faith, and lived in a world of contentment. It softens the foundations of the mountains, and melts – if only the separation of the soul had solace – the mountains of pain that burning sadness accumulates, and the valleys of sorrow that it waters.

Tomorrow we will meet our loved ones

Reem and Khaled, the grandsons of Khaled Al-Nabhan, two souls from the glow of the burnt life in Gaza, and two stories among tens of thousands of stories united by different titles, while the claws of pain are inserted into those wet hearts and small bodies. It is the story of the killing of life, and the shedding of the tender blood of childhood.

But Khaled was among the most eloquent wounds that walked on two feet, and the most eloquent of the voices that spoke with a tongue. His voice, his will, his smile, his sadness, and his longings were messages that crushed the entire world, before which the walls of ignorance were shattered. The phrase “spirit of the soul” was shaking what remained of the soul in the built world.

And because Khaled’s soul had soared in the world of longings, on the day when sadness loosened its reins, regretting the spirit of the soul, he was urging on and anticipating departure every now and then, and in one of his last tweets on his Instagram account, the man was looking out from the cover of the unseen, and chanting through the curtains of longings to His two grandchildren, that he is coming to them soon. “Shall we meet? The distance has torn my heart apart. Will we meet after a burning longing? Honestly, life has stopped, and what is it?” “The night of your abandonment is a bright dawn.” As the words of the song say, which accompanied a photo he posted about a week ago on his Instagram account.

With the passing of Khaled Nabhan, a new name is not only added to a long list of martyrs, but the story of the birth of an epic sadness that passes through days is written, and the story of generations brought together by the Israeli aggression in a shroud woven from the scent of wounded words, purified longings, contentment and trust, and resistance that takes on every guise, from the features The infant, receiving bullets before his umbilical cord was cut, and the infant’s smile as he inhaled the scent of resistance and drank the gum of jihad, and from the spirit of The soul, while writing for sadness, long stories full of pain, draws the story of a grandfather who filled the world with love and occupied the people with sadness, and went to where the resting places of the righteous and the homes of the resistors, to a long paradise, and soul and basil… to where “the spirit of the soul is.”

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