Last year, these children were playing soccer on the sand near a beach in Gaza. Despite everything going around them, they went to the beach to play. That is, after all, what children do.
That would be the last time they do, as the beach was shelled by Israeli military forces, bringing these four children to their deaths.
The scariest thing one can think of to happen on a beach is some shark attack like in Jaws, not a bombing.
Today, I read a short piece on the Middle East Monitor, titled “Israel closes inquiry into the killing of children on Gaza beach.” Not once did they mention the children’s names.
And Israel may have closed the inquiry, but their family and friends will never stop asking. Their young friends will never stop asking what happened. Their mothers and fathers will never stop asking why it happened and if justice will ever be served.
Never stop asking about their names.