Khaled Nabhan was no ordinary grandfather, nor an ordinary martyr. It was a story of sorrows and desires 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 long wait and anticipation, Khaled Nabhan joined his granddaughter, “Spirit of the Soul”, and the white antiques that lined his head and beard, covering them with prestige and dignity, their brilliance increased as he left the world smiling. martyr.
Martyrdom would not have caused any error to Abu Dhia Khaled Nabhan except to kill him in the soul and in the heart.
About a year ago, Nabhan Al-Sabr was shown kissing his granddaughter Reem and kissing her little body, like a rose wrapped in the color of anemones, except it was red with blood , like her anemones that preceded her in every house, after these soft bones and this young and innocent body were broken by Israeli flamethrowers.
Khaled Nabhan pulled his granddaughter, Reem, from the rubble. He could not believe that his joyful life was interrupted by the Israeli army at the age of 3, and that his laughter, which filled the house with happiness. , had turned into constant sobbing, and that its luminous images had turned into hovering specters that disturbed the night and irritated Memory, and shed noble tears.
The venerable grandfather holds the little body, smells it, kisses it, hugs it to his chest and wishes that childish laughter would emerge from this soft shroud, telling him that it was all a joke.
But the “Spirit of the Soul” was real in its nearness and tragedy, and another glaring fact is that the Israeli massacres in the Gaza Strip did not distinguish between small and large massacres, between civilians and combatants. Ethnic cleansing, genocide and targeted aggression. all this left a living eyelid in the devastated strip, as many say.
The patient Sheikh Al-Muhtasib, Khaled Al-Nabhan, may his soul rest in peace as a martyr #GazaJoined his granddaughter in the heights, whom he called “the soul of the soul” the day he lost her. Oh my God, gather them into two heavens. pic.twitter.com/G6s5U1uklz
– Muhammad Al-Mukhtar Al-Shinqiti (@mshinqiti) December 16, 2024
Birthday and departure date
In December, the grandfather and granddaughter were born and 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 waited for this fragrant memory, the affectionate grandfather prepared what suited this 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 throbbed in the heart of the noble sheikh, and how much happiness there was from a blooming rose, and a sweet childish melody in the little heart of the little rose, Reem, who was cut down by the Israeli bullets.
A few months later, another granddaughter was born to Khaled Nabhan, who was called “Rojad”, which means the time of dawn prayer, that is, the time when the light comes out from the bosom of darkness, and the time when the birds of life to fly into the universe, which is no longer spacious, since its flowers and birds became the target of an Israeli shooter who sends death like a trap. It is rare for a grandfather or grandchild to survive.
Despite the depth of 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 softening tragedies. the hearts of young people. He had a brilliant soul, a strong speech of faith and lived in a world of contentment. This softens the foundations of the mountains and melts – if only the separation of the soul had any comfort – the mountains. of pain that burning sadness accumulates, and the valleys of sorrow that it waters.
In the immortals, oh soul of the soul
Abu Diyaa was a martyr
May God reward you with Paradise for your patience and faith
And find yourself with your granddaughter in the gardens of happiness pic.twitter.com/UkXg9EMKwg-Adham Sharkawi (@adhamsharkawi) December 16, 2024
Tomorrow we will find our loved ones
Reem and Khaled, the grandsons of Khaled Al-Nabhan, two souls born from the glow of life burned in Gaza, and two stories among tens of thousands of stories united by different titles, while the claws of the pain sinks into these damp hearts and little bodies. It is the story of the death 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 voice that spoke with a tongue. His voice, his will, his smile, his sadness and his desires were messages that crushed the whole world. before whom the walls of ignorance were broken. The phrase “spirit of the soul” shook what remained of the soul in the built world.
And because the soul of Khaled had flown into the world of desires, the day when sadness let go of the reins, regretting the spirit of the soul, he urged and anticipated the departure from time to time, and in the ‘one of his last tweets on his Instagram Given this, the man looked under the cover of the invisible and sang through the curtains of desires to his two grandchildren that he will soon come to them. “Are we going to meet?” The distance tore my heart apart. after a burning desire? Honestly, life has stopped, and what is that? “The night of your abandonment is a bright dawn.” As the lyrics say in the song that accompanied a photo he posted about a week ago on his Instagram account.
With the passing of Khaled Nabhan, not only is a new name added to a long list of martyrs, but the story of the birth of an epic sadness that spans the days is written, and the story of generations brought together by the Israeli aggression in a shroud woven with the scent of wounded words, of purified desires, of contentment and trust, and of resistance that takes all forms, from the features of the child, receiving bullets before his umbilical cord born be cut off, and the smile of the child as he breathes in the smell of resistance and drinks the gum of jihad, and of 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 people with sadness, and went to where the resting places of the righteous and the homes of the resisters are, to a long paradise, and from the soul and basil… where the “spirit of the soul” is.