The 11-year-old girl, Haneen Al-Qatwi, climbed onto the roof of the building in which she lived in the capital, Aden, and threw herself from the fifth floor, after bidding farewell to her family. She died after being taken to the hospital as a result of her hitting the ground hard as a result of the fall.

Local sources said that the reason for the girl’s suicide was that she did not achieve a perfect grade in her academic course, falling only two grades short of a perfect grade, which was sufficient reason for her to commit suicide in an incident that caused shock in Aden circles.

Minister of Youth and Sports, Nayef Al-Bakri, eulogized the little girl, Haneen, with blasphemous words on his Facebook page, and Scoop24 ​​News republished the text of Al-Bakri’s eulogy:-

Hanin Al-Qatwi0

The flower of age that withered before its time

How is lamentation, my daughter? How is it said and how is it written, O spring flower that has not bloomed, O star in our sky whose light has been extinguished?

You smart girl, who used to fill the world with joy and hope, you became a bright flame in a dark sky, your school grades were your whole life, but life was harsher than you expected.

My dear daughter, you were kind to everyone and loved among your peers. You thought that your success was everything, and that the happiness of your family depended on your excellence, and because you dropped two grades in your results, which were all perfect, you thought that the world had ended, and that the hope of your family, which is facing woes like all the families of our painful, miserable country, had been erased.

Eleven years, during which your heart exuded dreams, and the sparkle in your eyes told stories of the future. But the dream was broken, hearts were broken with you, and you slid from the window of hope into the abyss of pain. Oh Hanin, how we wish we knew what was weighing on you.

Oh fifth floor, how did you bear this pain? How did you witness the fall of an innocent soul? A cry of pain imitated by the wind, and a tear of sorrow cried by the sky. Before the fall, you said heartbreaking words: “Forgive me, mother, father.” How cruel that moment is, and how deep are the wounds it left in our hearts.

Oh flower of life, I wish we knew what was stirring in your chest, what was disturbing your peaceful night, but the world is cruel, the standards are unjust, and sometimes a dream becomes a nightmare. You left us before you knew that life is more than just numbers, bigger than grades and exams, the life that those of your age live all over the world, and your persevering spirit has not been able to know even a part of it, let alone live it.

How similar your fate, Hanin, is to the fate of our miserable country, which suffers under the weight of wars and crises, in which hope is lost before it blossoms. How harsh life is in a country groaning with pain, in a country where dreams are lost among the rubble of sorrow, misery and misery.

We will make you cry for eternity, and our hearts will continue to suffer, because you were a hope that was cut short before its time, and a spring that did not blossom. Goodbye, the flower of life, which withered before it bloomed. Goodbye, the sparkle of hope that was extinguished. Your memory will remain eternal in our hearts, and our tears will never run dry, just as the tears of our country, which cries for its sons and its lost dreams, will never run dry.

In the gardens of eternity, my daughter, an intercessor for your family and a rose from the roses of Paradise.

To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return, and there is no power nor strength except in Allah