I hope by some miracle Malak, whose eye was harmed in an Israeli attack and consequently had to be removed, can grow up to be an eye doctor as she hopes.
It is extraordinary to think she and her family do this in memory of the beloved father who was killed, even though they now have so little themselves:
And Malak too has her daily ritual. She and one of her sisters try to do a charitable deed each day in memory of their father. When possible, their aunt makes a gift of food for the dead man. “At night, we put it out and pray for him,” Malak says.
I don’t think we have this idea of doing charitable deeds in memory of a dead, much loved person. It seems a very special thing to do.