My baby brother died last night, along with three more kids and one old mad that never seemed to talk. His name was Amal ( أمل ). She named him hope because she was positive he wasn't going to survive, with the war going on and all, she was positive. But when he finally came out and made it through the labor. My mother had thought it was a gift from the gods it gave her hope, that maybe we would make it through the war and the poverty. But he died because we couldn't feed him .