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Palestinian family of Abu Shaban was pounded with Israeli heavy missiles that claimed the lives of all people inside the house. The family members were practicing a normal life along with relatives when the Israeli airstike surprised them at very late hours of August nights.
All of the family members were murdered in cold blood, including children. Miraculously, Dr. Shimaa Abu Shaaban survived the attack along with her sister Doaa who was paying them a visit.
According to Gaza Government Media Office, Israel war machinery has killed more than 40,405 people from Gaza and wounded 93,468 since October 7.
Abu Shaaban family is astonishingly a clear example of Israel’s sadistic and brutal policies of killing civilians without a prior warning and with a level of inhumanity that is indescribable.
Dr. Shimaa Abu Shaaban published on her Facebook account a tragic story of losing loved ones and an unprecedented feeling of a soul battling between life and death.
A Heavenly Feeling
At the moment of the bombing and while she was still trapped under the rubble, Shimaa recounted that she felt as if her soul being slowly drawn out.
“The sensation of my soul’s departure was the most beautiful feeling I have ever experienced, as if it carried away all my worries and sorrows. I felt a profound relief as my soul was being drawn out—a feeling I can only describe as a feeling from paradise,” she described.
Shimaa said that she felt her soul rising from her body towards the sky, above her head. A voice told her, “Shaymaa, you have now transitioned from this world to another; your soul is ascending to Allah… you have separated from life.”
Suddenly, she said her awareness returned, and she started to realize that she was still alive.
“My soul had not completed its ascent to the sky and had not fully returned to me. I only felt an immense relief in the act of my soul being drawn out,” she added.
She continued: “Although it hadn’t fully departed, I felt no heaviness, and I realized I was alive when I started trying to breathe under the rubble but couldn’t. I could only inhale, not exhale.”
“With each breath, stones entered my airway, and the rubble blocked my breathing; I swallowed large stones to help me breathe and avoid suffocation.”
As she was under the rubble for some hours, Shimaa felt she was fighting death, with only moments separating life from real death. But her soul, as she revealed, had not completed its journey to the heavens; it stopped above her head, and she began to move s seconds later.
Everyone else seemed to have been killed, as there was no sound at all. Shimaa was certain that they were all killed because she heard no sound or groans; only her sister was beside her struggling to breathe, knowing she was still alive, but she couldn’t see her.
After a while, she noticed her baby niece moving, covered in blood, under the rubble, between her granddaughter hands. She thought her brain was exposed, so she placed her hand behind the baby’s head trying to gather it. She tried to move but couldn’t until a neighbour came and rescued Shimaa along with her sister, Doa’a.
“I retained the sensation of my soul departure and was astonished by this feeling I had under the rubble. By Allah, it was a feeling from paradise that cannot be described. It was greatly comforted me,” Shimaa delightfully siad.
When Shimaa went out of the hospital, her sister Doa’a told her that she had experienced the same feeling under the rubble as Shimaa had.
A Kiss of Apology and Farewell
Just moments before the bombing, Shimaa’s son Imad and his brother Az had an argument, just like any young men of their age.
“I was upset by their behavior and reproached Imad, telling him: You’re the older one; how could you argue with your younger brother? He went into the room for a bit, and I stayed with my sister, Doaa, talking with her.”
Suddenly, Imad came over and started to please his mother.
“Out of the blue, he took my hand, kissed it, and placed it on his forehead, saying, “Forgive me, Mama; I hope you weren’t upset with me. Please be pleased with me.”
At that moment, my sister was delighted to see him asking for forgiveness and kissing my hand, saying, “Look, how well-raised your son Imad is. Mashallah, your children are well-raised, and Imad is a well-mannered angel.”
The last thing he heard from his mother was, “May Allah be pleased with you, Imad, from the bottom of my heart. I love you, my dear.”
Imad smiled and went into the room.
“A moment later we were bombed. Imad was killed and it was the last time I received a kiss from my beloved son,” Shimaa sadly concluded.
Princess Sara
Shimaa’s family was killed but their memory still knocking in her ears. 14-year-old Sara, Shimaa’s daughter, was a true angel with manners, character, beauty, and taste.
She was the one who wore the hijab from a young age, by her choice. The night before her killing, she was sitting alone on the bed, crying.
When Shimaa entered her room, she found her crying from fear and anguish of Israeli bombing. As a mother she tried to ease her fear, telling her “What’s wrong, my dear? Don’t worry, Allah will ease it soon, the war will end. Don’t be sad.”
She hugged her daughter and said, “Mama, after the war, I want to travel to Egypt. I was so happy when I traveled with you to Egypt then go to perform Umrah with you. What do you think?”
A big smile covered the face of the little Sara was amd that was the last smile Shimaa saw from her daughter.
“When I went to the living room, she came to let me comb her lovely hair, saying, “Look, Mama, how beautiful my hairstyle is, Auntie did two braids, but short ones. I wish my hair were longer.”
“I told her it looks great on you. We’ll keep this hairstyle for after the war. It suits your face.” She smiled and was happy with her hairstyle.”
When Sara was killed just like her brother Imad, Sara appeared to her mom in a dream just once. The dream showed her standing in a beautiful place in the grave, wearing a princess gown, and looking like the animated princess Rapunzel with very long hair.
“In the dream, she showed me her hair and said, “Mama, I’m Sara, and I’m very happy with the angels here in the grave. Look at my beautiful dress; I’ve become a princess and my hair drags on the ground like Rapunzel’s,” Shimaa said in bewilderment.
She continued that her daughter told her in the dream that the angels had come and asked her what she wanted to make her happy, and Sara told them she wanted her hair to be long on the ground, with two braids, and to wear a princess gown.
“Look how beautiful I am, Mama! I am incredibly happy.” She twirled around with her hair, which was a lovely shade of yellow and purple, with thick, beautiful braids. She is in endless bliss. Praise be to Allah,” Shimaa said.
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