On April 7th of 2022 during the month of Ramadan, a ghost haunted the colonial streets of "Tel Aviv" on Dizengoff Street.

Each martyr carrying out an operation leaves a call for another to follow. It is no coincidence that a few days after the heroic operation of Diaa (Light), the operation of Raed (Thunder) Khazem had to follow. Even their names are fate. After Lightning comes Thunder.

29-year-old Raed Fathi Khazem of Jenin refugee camp, on the day of his martyrdom, decides to bear the name he was born with.

Despite the earthquake he was about to inflict in the very heart of the occupation and its security system, the calmness with which Raed is seen walking along the streets of “Tel Aviv” is very striking. On his land, his streets, his steadfast footsteps walked firm on his pilgrimage from Jenin, the heart of resistance, to occupied Yaffa, where he would seal the fate of settlers.

Raed prayed Maghreb in a mosque before his operation. He sat peacefully on a bench in what he knows is his land, owning this reality, before carrying out his operation. Thunder struck, leaving three settlers dead and six injured.

For nine hours, the occupation with all its forces is deployed in “Tel Aviv,” were unable to locate our hero. Zionist media said, “those who carried out the operation are ghosts." Settlers were seen running in the streets, hiding in their homes. About 1,000 soldiers and police officers participated in the manhunt, including special forces soldiers from elite units. All for the “ghost," the proud owner of the land and bearer of his gun.

In the early morning of the 8th of April, Raed prayed Fajr in the same mosque he had prayed Maghreb in, before proceeding to confront the occupiers one last time in his final armed clash. His blood watered the soil of Palestine as he ascended to martyrdom. Until the end, he resisted.

Today, rockets bear his name.

Raed's father, Fathi, carries the sound of his son's thunder in Jenin today, leading the voice of resistance and revolution. His cousin Nidal, also a fighter, was martyred in March 2023. His brother, Abdulrahman, who had Raed's picture on his rifle, was martyred September 2022. One operation after the other. One martyr after the other. It occurs to us that a few of our best young men, on dark nights in colonial streets can constitute an entire army, marching us towards liberation.

Today, the thunder brought with it the storm of Kafr Qassem, to strike the heart of the colonial entity once more. An operation carried out by 45-year-old Yousef Abu Jaber shook the colonial entity in the same settlement of "Tel Aviv," leaving settler bodies scattered along the Palestinian beaches of occupied Yaffa. Today, the thunder brought with it the storm of Muath and Hassan, who killed three settlers with precision on this day in 2023. Today, thunder struck again, and the roar of liberation grows ever louder.

Glory to the martyrs.

This morning with the embrace of the sunrise in the heart of the Lions' Den in Nablus, three souls ascended to their final rest, their noble sacrifice etched forever in our hearts.

200 soldiers were sent to assassinate Hassan Al-Qatnani and Muath Al-Masri, 100 colonial soldiers for each brave fighter. It took 200 soldiers to attempt to extinguish the beacon of our resistance, the heroes who humiliated the entity and rubbed its noses in the dust with their operation that killed three foreign colonists in the Jordan Valley.

A heroic battle ensued. The enemy took many casualities. Our martyrs' faces were disfigured by the brutality of the occupier, who fired rockets at the besieged home; yet the zionists could not eliminate their memory. In the end, they could not kill them; they ascended with honor and dignity as martyrs, writing with their blood the story of Palestinian liberation, leaving behind tangible evidence in the home and inextinguishable evidence in our hearts.

The home belonged to Ibrahim Jabarin, who sheltered and fed fighters. At his funeral, mourners kissed his blood-stained feet in humility and respect. Ibrahim, a Lion of the Den and a fighter himself, understood the value of community and supporting those who chart the path toward our collective freedom. The words of Palestinian Tawfiq Ziad echo: "I kiss the ground beneath your soles and I say: I would sacrifice [myself] for you and offer the light of my eyes and the warmth of my heart, for your tragedies are mine." We honor our martyrs, kissing the ground beneath their soles that march on our Palestinian soil, refusing to submit.

The essence of their heroism and promise of our collective strength dotted the home. Traces of the martyrs' blood, more precious and valuable than any enemy's or collaborator's, painted the story on the walls. Bullets on the floor sang the song of liberation. A blood-stained Quran lay in the corner, its pages revealing the words:
"Their appointed time is the morning. Is the morning not near?"