When the camera ascended to the sky

Introduction
There are moments that are not recorded in the registers of the news, but are written directly in the record of eternity—moments when the heartbeat of time pauses, the world gasps in awe and grief, then falls silent in reverence before the greatness of the scene. On the 11th of August 2025, six knights of the word in Gaza ascended, carrying hearts that knew no fear and lenses that knew no lies, leaving their testimony to the earth and taking their truth with them to the heavens. They did not go to capture a passing scene, but went forth to testify before God and humankind to a crime committed in broad daylight—outrunning the shells with their images, and outrunning the images with pure intent. And when the sky exploded above them, the gates of Paradise were too vast to miss them, and the angels were writing their names in the register of {In a seat of truth, with a Sovereign, Omnipotent}.

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You were witnesses before you were martyrs. You witnessed the world’s falsehood when it fell silent, and its betrayal when it distorted the truth. You faced it with lenses that captured reality as the thirsty capture their first drop of water.
In the moment of your martyrdom, the cameras did not fall; they turned into torches of light in the sky, broadcasting your images on the screens of eternity. Your blood mixed with the soil of Gaza, but it did not seep into the ground alone—it flowed into the veins of the nation, reminding it that freedom’s price is blood, and that when the word is sincere, it becomes stronger than a thousand bullets.

O Anas Al-Sharif, and your five companions, today you are not mere names in a news bulletin—you are verses in the book of struggle, and stars guiding travelers through the long nights of the nation. Every shot you took before your departure stands as proof that the lens can defeat the tank, and that the image can haunt the killer even in his sleep. You knew the danger was closer to you than breath, yet you chose to remain in the field, because honor cannot be photographed from afar. You are the fire that melts the ice of fear, and the water that nourishes the roots of dignity. You are the cry of truth that no death can silence, and the smile of steadfastness that teaches generations that manhood is a stance, and that martyrdom is the beginning of a life that never ends.

Conclusion
Peace be upon you on the day you carried the camera as a sword, took the front lines as leaders, and stood against falsehood as a wall of light. Peace be upon you the day you ascended from the noise of this world to the stillness of Paradise, and the day your pure souls meet in a seat of truth with the Sovereign, Omnipotent.
May God have mercy upon you abundantly, make your martyrdom a key to an impending victory, a fire that burns the curtains of lies, and a light that guides the hearts of the free in every time and place.
Your images will continue to be told, your blood will be mourned, and your words will be recited—again and again—until God inherits the earth and all upon it.
For you are six pulpits of light, and though your voices have fallen silent in this world, their echoes thunder in the eternity of history—bearing witness that when a word springs from the heart of a believer, it never dies.