Pleas of surviving relatives: Rani’s widow, Umm Youssef (whose name is withheld for privacy), gave a tearful interview to local media: “They executed my husband in cold blood, then called him a terrorist to justify it. He was just going to work, like every day, to put bread on our table. Now my children cry themselves to sleep asking when Baba will come home.” His eldest son, 16-year-old Youssef, angrily confronted cameras: “Where is the justice? They showed the world the video proving the soldiers lied, but no one will punish them. My father was murdered, and the killers will eat dinner with their families tonight.”

Pleas of surviving relatives: Issa’s father, Hani Talqat, described his son as an innocent child who was simply walking home when he was shot. He rejected the police’s claim that Issa was connected to a “reckless driver,” stating: “My son was not in a car. He was walking on the side of the road. The police lied to cover up their crime.” The family demanded the officer be prosecuted for excessive force, but no charges were filed.

Pleas of surviving relatives: Mohammad Tawfiq Badarna’s Mother (Ya’bad): “They murdered my son for throwing stones! Since when do stones justify bullets?”

Pleas of surviving relatives: Ayman Sa’adi’s Father: “They Executed My Son for Trying to Save a Life” Jamal Zubeidi, Na’im’s devastated father, recounted his son’s final moments: “He wasn’t holding a gun—he was holding out his hands to help!” Jamal screamed, clutching his grandson Elia, who will now grow up without a father. “They shot him seven times… in the head, in the heart… What was his crime? Being Palestinian?” His pregnant widow collapsed at the funeral, wailing: “Who will feed our children now? Who will protect them from the next raid?” Mohammad’s Family: “No One Cares About Palestinian Lives” Mohammad Sa’adi’s mother, Umm Ayman, showed photos of her son’s bullet-riddled body: “Look what they did to my boy! Does the world see this? Or are we just numbers to them?” His younger sister, 14-year-old Mariam, begged journalists: “Tell everyone how they kill us here every day. Maybe then someone will stop them.” A Community’s Cry: “When Will This End?” Neighbors who witnessed the killings described soldiers laughing as they fired, then blocking ambulances while the men bled out. Local medics, too traumatized to sleep, asked: “How many more children must watch their fathers die in these streets?”