To Hossam... from your team that loved you

While many knew him as a brave journalist, Hossam was much more. He was a young man full of dreams, with a sense of humor, and a vibrant heart. He liked to dress carefully even in the midst of chaos, and once joked:

“What if I meet a pretty girl while covering? I want to look stylish!”

He had crushes here and there, and he dreamed of love, of building a family, of being a husband and a father. He talked about the future as if it were something real, something achievable. He didn't just want headlines and front lines, he wanted quiet mornings, simple dinners, and laughter with the people he loved.

He dreamed of leaving Gaza one day, and said: “When all this is over, I'm going to take a long break… I want to visit a beautiful country.”

He longed for peace, not only for his people, but for his soul as well. He wanted a chance to breathe freely, to explore, to just be.

He grew up by the sea and loved seafood passionately, he would smile and say: “I love all things seafood…I grew up on it.”

There was something about the water that calmed him, something that reminded him of home, even when everything around him was crumbling.

At night, he would put on his headphones and listen to music, especially Palestinian songs. He would spend time during the day downloading them, finding in the melodies a small escape when the city fell silent. It was his small peace amidst the rubble, a rhythm in the heart of the destruction.

It was pure, it was clean. Inside him was a tenderness that never hardened, even in war. There was a gentleness in him that was untouched by the noise of the world around him. He believed in beauty, in love, in something more beautiful.

And so he should be remembered, not just as a journalist, but as a young man who wanted to live.