My light, brother g, that's how we called each other on the phone from the day we met. We went to the party you've been waiting months for. I only bought a ticket two weeks before, but you and Amit bought a ticket already months ago. How excited were you for this festival? How excited were you that we all come and finally experience with you the music you love so much?

My beautiful Roya, how many times have we laughed about what would happen if one of us died, I told you a thousand times that there is no world in which we live separately, that without you I have nothing to stay here. You answered me that we will probably die together from something stupid that I forced you to do and as always you flow with my nonsense.

Roya, my princess, my private angel, I don't know how I'm supposed to stand here and eulogize the one who was a little sister to me, but in the endless darkness we are in, I actually want to tell about your light and the light you were;

Dear and beloved Manzouri tribe, I am addressing you, because a stranger will not understand this - I am always asked to write things and I write for fun, this time I really did not want to be good at it, I did not want to write an obituary - there is no honor in writing an obituary, there is no...

Saturday about two weeks ago we all woke up to a nightmare but in our darkest dreams we didn't think you wouldn't come home.
Two weeks of a nightmare have passed and I'm not sure we have enough words to even try to convey the feelings...

Norley, my soul mate.
I so wanted you to suddenly walk in the door, you and your sweet smile, but instead they took you away from me and I'm standing here feeling as if my private sun had set nine days ago and since then it hasn't shone again.

Our beloved Roya
We refuse to believe that this is the status we are in. Writing these words, they cannot grasp that this is reality.
Our Roya
The most beautiful, smart, sensitive and gentle of all
We always say you are the color of gold
Because you were and are pure gold.

Norel, nothing prepared me for the moment when I would have to sit down and write a eulogy for you. This is the worst moment of my life.

My heart is crushed, my stomach is turning and my brain hasn't worked for a week.

Every part of my body is telling me to stop it and go to sleep, but you and I deserve to be separated when the whole world knows what you are to me.