I heard my mother scream my name as she came to me. She looked deep in my eyes. "I love you my dear son, please always remember this," she said and squeezed my hands tightly then turned suddenly with her hands raised. She walked slowly over to the twenty or so soldiers protecting the diplomats who wanted to destroy our homes. She was saying something to them as she got closer. When she got within about a foot of them, she turned to look at me once last time. There was pain and heartache in her eyes. Then, she turned back to the soldiers and screamed, "La-Ilaha-Illallah Muhammadur Rasulullah....