A Voice For The Voiceless || Palestine ??????? ||(Names Under Edit)

Daeho's eyes locked onto Ibraheem's, and he said, "And about the work of my parents... they used to help Palestine. They were doing what I'm doing right now." The group's expressions changed to shock and surprise, unaware that Daeho was the child of Kim Sooho and Kim Juhi.

Yusra's eyes widened, and she exchanged a glance with Dareen, who whispered, "I was so young back then, I don't remember them clearly, but you must remember them, right, Ukhti?" Yusra's gaze returned to Daeho, and she said, "Yes, I remember. He's exactly like his father, not only by face but traits too." 

Daeho's voice cracked as he continued, "As I told you, my parents left me... yes, they did, because of my safety. Just like right now, Ari Amos is behind me, he was behind them. He threatened them first to leave this, but they didn't. He even threatened them by using me, saying they would kill me. That's why they left me with my grandmother, and then he killed them brutally and called it a car accident."

Tears welled up in Daeho's eyes as he struggled to blink them away. Ibraheem placed a comforting hand on his lap and said, "Your parents were the bravest people, and so kind. Yes, we all know them. Eighteen years ago, they were with us here. Your father had a great bond with me... haha, he was such a fearless man, and his wife, Juhi, never left his side."

Fatima's voice was filled with warmth as she added, "And Daeho, they really loved you. There wasn't a single day when Juhi didn't talk about you. She was restless all the time, worried that she couldn't even sleep. She always used to repeat the same thing: 'My child must be happy, right? I hope he doesn't miss us.' She used to comfort herself with these words."

A hiccup escaped Daeho's mouth, and his eyes streamed with tears. Ibraheem hugged him tightly and said, "Oh, my son, don't cry. Your parents will hurt." Daeho's voice was hoarse as he whispered, "Ari snatched my parents from me, Uncle. I grew up without their love." Yusra looked away, unable to bear the tightness she felt in her heart. She secretly wiped away her tears, her eyes stinging with sadness.

Mustafa's voice was filled with gratitude as he added, "We can never forget your parents, dear. What they did for us, we can't even repay. They were the purest souls, angels sent to us by Allah for our protection, just like you. They fulfilled what Allah had written in their fate." Daeho's eyes sparkled having little tears as he chuckled and said, "I'm here to complete what they left, but who knows, they also removed me from their path." 

The people around him denied this in unison, and Ibraheem placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, saying, "Boy, don't get weak. You're walking with so many prayers with you. Allah is your protector, He will never make you suffer, In Sha Allah." Daeho's gaze locked onto Ibraheem's, and he asked, his voice laced with pain, "But why didn't Allah protect my parents?"

 The community's faces contorted in sorrow, and Asiya placed a comforting hand on Daeho's head, saying, "My child, don't get hopeless. Look, I lost my son, he was so dear to me. I see his reflection in you, it feels like my Ali is talking and walking among us." Daeho's lips curled into a weak smile as he said, "I am your son, Aunt Asiya." Asiya's face lit up with a warm smile, and she replied, "Then consider me your mother, my brave lion." 

Daeho's eyes shone with tears as he grabbed Asiya's hand and kissed it, saying, "My Ummi. "Alfid's voice was filled with emotion as he said, "Look at this beautiful scene, a mother found her son, a lost son, in a boy, and that boy found his lost mother in her." Asiya's eyes sparkled with tears as she said, "Don't fear, son. You will be victorious. There's something Allah has assigned you, In Sha Allah. You will walk over the throats of the evil." The community murmured in unison, "In Sha Allah."

The silence was palpable, lasting for two minutes, until Daeho broke it, his voice filled with curiosity and concern. "But I still have so many questions... like, why is Israel oppressing Palestine? Just why? I don't get it. There must be a reason behind it, because they're killing people in front of the whole world, and no one is raising their voice, no one is standing for you guys. Just why?"