Ahmad believed in truth. Not the kind on TV, spliced and filtered, but the raw, uncomfortable kind, captured in a split second through glass and light.
He was 33, a freelance photojournalist who had covered Gaza’s wars since he was 21. His camera had become his passport, his shield, and sometimes, his curse.
They called him "The Photographer Who Stayed" because while others evacuated, Ahmad stayed. While foreign media flew in and out, he walked the cratered streets with his Canon, often on foot, documenting what the world would not otherwise see.
His work wasn’t just about images. It was about proof.
“One day,” he often said, “they won’t believe what happened here. And I want them to have no excuse.”