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Rania.
August 24th,2025, your life was cut far to short by an Israeli missile.
I never got the chance to meet you, in person or online. And for that, my heart is broken.
I was hoping, praying, that I would get the privilege to meet you one day. Give you and each and every one of your family members a warm embrace, welcoming you into a new beginning here in California. But now, that dream is impossible. It was stolen, shattered like the shrapnel that took you from the world.
Your sister in law, Rolla, loved you so deeply, as she does her entire family. To her, the fact you hadn’t met in person didn’t matter, she saw the human through the screen, saw her sister in law become her sister. I wish so badly I had gotten the chance to do the same.
Your name, Rania, meaning “To gaze upon”, signifying that you were a sight to behold, someone who caught attention wherever she went, stays with me. It is seared into my mind.
I pray that you will continue to be striking. That your story, the story that you were murdered by a missile, but also that you were a woman, a wife, a mother, a sister, loved, cherished, and needed, a part of a community, will stick with people the way it will stick with me until my last breath. I pray the people who laid their gaze upon you and led you to the prophecy of your name, will keep you in their hearts as well. Both those who met you, those whose lives you made lighter, and people like me, who never got the chance.
You are more than a number. You are more than a symbol. You are more than even a name.
You are a soul.
A soul, just like everyone else on this planet. A soul that mattered, that made an impact. On me, on Rolla, on your husband, your children, and on the world. And that impact is more powerful than any impact of an Israeli missile.
I hope if you can somehow receive this message, that you hear me when I tell you that I see you. When I gaze upon your face, I see the soul shine through.
Rolla caught me in a moment of prayer as I begged for this carnage to stop. I begged and I begged. I have never felt so angry, I have never felt so devastated, I have never felt so betrayed by the world and everyone in it, for letting a precious, innocent life fall.

Gaza has the highest percentage of child amputees in the
world. There are over 4000 children in Gaza who have suffered amputations after being severely injured by either a missile, gunfire, or infection. Due to the total aid ban implemented in March 2025, Gaza's child amputees have only had 20% of their needs met in terms of prosthetic limbs and other gravely needed medical supplies. No child deserves this fate. They should be able to run and play as much as they want, and fill their stomachs with good food, and go to the doctor when they are sick or are injured. Israel is what caused this.

Sarah Al Attar was born during a genocide. She was born from a deep love, one that transcended the darkness of the occupation. Maher and Samah fell in love during the genocide, were married during the genocide, and decided to start a family, all during the genocide. They knew their moments were fleeting and their chances few, so they took the opportunity while they had it to take the journey into parenthood. But the occupation doesn’t only kill people, it kills joy. It kills dreams, hope, and futures. A bombing injured Samah, and her only daughter was born early because of Israel’s evil. They bombed her, a mother, and her unborn child, and because of this, the child did not make it. She lived only four short hours before internal bleeding began and she wasn’t able to make it.
This was preventable. If Samah had access to medical care, if she was not bombed, if the stress of the annihilation of her people was not on her shoulders, Sarah could have lived. Sarah could be in her mother’s arms, under her father’s gaze. They could carry her to her cradle, and she’d lay in the warmth, instead of in a tiny grave the size of her father’s shoe.
She was martyred by Israel. Do not forget it. Do not forget that she would have lived if she was born in a time of peace.