For nearly two years Gaza has been in chaos.
Every day I used to watch relentless coverage by Anas Al Syarif.
The toughest and bravest journalist from Jabalia northern Gaza.
But now he is no longer appears in front of the camera as usual.
His strong voice is gone.
His resolute face is gone.
His charming smile is gone.
Because he had painfully ended his duty.
It was too painful to see his body wrapped in a shroud buried in a grave.
With a headstone made from broken floor tile written with blue marker.
While his helmet and blue jacket were lying shabby.
No longer worn as usual.
A bitter reality that is too hard to accept.
That Anas had become a martyr following hundreds of other Gaza journalists.
Ismail Al Ghoul , Hossam Shabat , Hassan Hamad , Omar Elderawi , Moamen Abu Al Ouf , Ayman Al Gedi...
Too many Gaza journalists fell one by one.
They had fulfilled their duties as fighter journalists.
Fighter journalists who were not afraid of any threats.
Fighter journalists who were accustomed to hardships , difficulties and limitations.
Fighter journalists who were forced to endure fatigue , hunger , thirst and stress.
Fighter journalists who only wanted to convey the truth from the ground.
That big crimes cannot be covered up with big lies.
Big lies spread massively by major media.
Anas was ready to sacrifice himself in his duty.
He breathed his last breath holding great honor as a journalist fighter.
I still feel sad and deeply mourn his loss.
But I also feel admiration for his courage , steadfastness and resilience.
His charismatic figure will always be eternal in my heart.
Farewell Anas Al Syarif.
Your shining soul is now heading towards a shining realm.
Let other Gaza journalists continue your duty.
Take over your role appearing in front of the camera every day.
Until Palestine is liberated.
August 2025
By Alvian Eleven