A few days ago Hamed passed away…

Hamed was born in the city of Sbiba, in the governorate of Kasserine, in the west of Tunisia, almost 90 years ago.
He never got married, nor did he have kids; even though he dreamed of having a son to take care of and love until the last days of his life.
In the war, a bomb exploded in front of him, and the shock made him deaf and mute.
Some time after that he moved to Manouba where my grandfather offered him a room and a job on his farm.
He was there as my mother and her siblings grew up, and later as I, my sister and cousins grew up.

Over the years, he was nothing less than a member of the family.

About a month ago, he became very ill…
My uncle took him to Sbiba, to his brother’s house, to spend some days there with his family…

A few days ago, he passed away…
Personally it felt like another grandfather of mine had passed away…

Hamed, God bless you and may you rest in peace…
You were a great man, you will always be remembered and your memory always cherished…