[ziadjaroudi]

My uncle, Adel Jaroudi, was among the passengers. He was just 22 years old at the time, two years older than my father, who was 20. Despite his young age, my father took on the difficult task of traveling to Ankara to bury his older brother.

Adel was a young pilot with a promising future. On that fateful flight, he was not flying the plane but was simply a passenger, heading back to Cairo to prepare for his wedding. Sadly, he never had the chance to begin that new chapter of his life.

Both my father and my uncle have since passed away. Though I never had the opportunity to know my uncle Adel, his story has always stayed with me. May they both rest in peace. This tragedy serves as a reminder of the fragility of life and the enduring bonds of family.