Memories of Ziad
“I miss my daddy,” said Yasmin quietly. We were at Moira Jilani’s home, with her 3 daughters, recalling memories about Ziad’s life.
They talked about how much fun he was. He’d dreamed of having a big family and did everything he could to give his daughters great memories. He was always playing with whatever kids were around, whether they were his or not.
Moira first knew he was a good man when she heard him talk about how much he loved and respected his mother. He adored her. Almost every morning he would go downstairs and drink coffee with her.
Moira talked about his view of Israelis- how of course he wanted an end to occupation, but how he never let that affect his personal interactions with Israelis. His business partner and several of his close friends were Israelis. He was the kind of guy that could get along with anyone.
She told us the story of how he bought a used laptop and then realized it had been stolen, because it had photos of a Hasidic family’s children on it. He spent several weeks tracking them down and then returned the laptop to them, accepting nothing in return.
Her daughters talked about his love of animals. How at one point they had too many dogs and cats to handle, but that he loved them all dearly.
She told us about his last night on earth. How he’d come home excitedly, after watching The Hangover with some of his friends. He’d insisted they watch it and so Moira and he spent their last night together cuddling on the couch, laughing.
She told me of her dreams of him. How he visits her and she bathes in the light of his love as she catches him up about the kids.
She told me how she has no desire to ever remarry. That Ziad was it for her. He was her true love, her knight in shining armor, her dream come true.
Two years ago today, Ziad was killed by a member of the Israeli border police after getting in a small car accident.
Today, all over the world, people are demanding justice for his death.
In memory of Ziad, please join us in raising our voices to demand justice.