I can’t remember how many times my friend Mohammed Hamo and I fought.
We would argue over the silliest things – where we would hang out, when we would hang out next or who would pay for the taxi this time.
Mohammed and I would even fight over who would play as the Barcelona team in a football video game.
But no matter how many times we would fight, we would always reconcile quickly.
In October 2023, days before the genocide began, Mohammed and I fought when I went out to attend my other friend Osama’s graduation party.
Mohammed didn’t speak with me for days after. But it was Mohammed who called me first on 7 October, asking how I was doing and where I was.
I reassured him and asked about his situation, and he told me that he and his family were fine, though they couldn’t sleep at night because of the bombardments.
That was our last fight together. ….more
