A hunt for my brother Dawud Salim's murderers

Entry for June 5, 2006

Today, June 5, 2006, I am on a hunt I never thought I'd be on. Here is what I know so far:

In the early morning hours of Saturday, June 3, 2006, my brother Dawud (David) Salim was stopped at a light at the intersection of Fulton and Lorain Avenues in Cleveland, Ohio. A female friend of his (whose name I will not publish for the sake of her privacy) was in the passenger seat.

A red or maroon car pulled up to the light beside my brother's car, and several "men" (I have to call them men, although all of them put together are not worth my brother's pinky finger) got out of the second car and pulled my brother out of the driver's side door. They beat him (although when I saw my brother, he had no bruising to his face). He either fell or was thrown into a "Detour" sign, which caused a deep cut to the back of his scalp. One or more of the attackers used a knife to stab him twice, once in the groin area (which was not a deep cut), and once in the chest.

The cut in his chest penetrated his heart, which immediately began to fill with blood and cut off the blood supply to his brain. He was able to get back into his car and tried to drive away. He was only able to go a very short distance down Fulton Road to the 2200 block before he had to pull over.

His friend was screaming for help, and a woman named Patty tried to help him. Someone else (a male) gave her his shirt and she wrapped it around his head to try to stop the bleeding, but the wound to his chest ... he was gone before EMS was able to reach the scene.

The purpose of this website will be to help me in the search to find David's killers...murderers....punks who aren't worth breathing the same air he did. When you have a beef with someone enough to fight them, fight them one on one, hand to hand. Only punks jump people in a group .. only punks decide to use a weapon when they're too wimpy to win a fair fight. I'm sad and I'm angry and I want to see them brought to justice. My brother wasn't a saint (none of us are), but he was a young, 37-year-old father with a family and a host of friends who love and care about him. We will all always love and care about him. This is obviously more than any of these punks have, and when they go to prison, I hope they find someone to "care" about them there - we all know what happens to punks in prison. To the killers: if you're stupid and ignorant enough to do this, one or all of you is stupid enough to have loose lips. You WILL be found; you will be caught. Hope that I'm the one that finds out who you are; at least then, you'll just go to jail and be someone's girlfriend...there are a number of people who want to find you so you can feel what my brother felt.

There are so many things I want to say, but right now I am asking that ANYone who saw ANYthing PLEASE contact the police or contact the family through this website and let us know ANYthing. Right now, all we know is what I've printed so far. Did you see him at a club that night? Which one? Did you see him arguing with someone? Did you see or hear anyone threatening him? Did you actually see the murder as it was happening? How many people were there? What nationality were they? Did anyone get the license plate number?

Please, if David was YOUR brother, or your father, or your husband, you would want to know. Please help us find the horrible people that did this to him. You can email us at [email protected]. I will post more later today and throughout the week as we make and finalize arrangements for David's memorial, funeral, vigil. I will also update as we find out more about the crime itself.

2006-06-05 16:28:10 GMT

Comments (5 total)

Author:Anonymous

Dawud, the last day I saw you ironically was the day of our divorce. You never gave up as you said, 'Good, now we can get married in Church', while you chuckled. You tatooed my name on you for a reason, you loved me so much. And this picture of us you still carried. I feel so guilty that I wasn't there for you, that you didn't have a home cooked meal, that you always wanted me back, that you never stopped telling me that you loved me even in the last phone call. That you would always play Sade music on my voice mail. I feel guilty that I finally put my foot down and now you are gone. God knows I wanted us to work all of these years and we had good times and bad. But you would never let go of your lifestyle. I, now, am honored that you gave me your name and in the first week we met, you told me that my name will be changed to Salim, and I still am Sandra Salim and will keep it until I die. Your son will carry it on and proudly. I will always remember the good times and share them with your children. In my heart, you will always be. I do love you, the father of my children. I will continue to help find these mother fuckers and I promise you, that when they are found, I will be there to avenge your death the way you would want me to. I have been there for you since the day we met and will continue to be. You were a strong and beautiful man, invincible. Even when I told your son, I broke it down over a few days and he knew that someone died, he never thought it was his dad. He looks at you and will always see you as the toughest, hardest, strongest man and you still are, so please, with God, watch over us always.

Love, your family
--Sandoura Salim

--Sandoura Salim
<mailto:[email protected]>

2006-06-13 20:53:19 GMT

Author:Anonymous

2006-06-13 20:53:52 GMT

Author:Anonymous

Sorry, I must have pressed it twice. Sandra
But anyway, I still ache inside, everything is empty. Thank you Julie for putting this website together for him. There is one request that he and I talked about throughout our lives together. It is that he wanted our head stones to be carvings of our faces looking up at the world. I would like to do that for him when I can. There is someone I know who would may be able to do that. I want to do everything I can to preserve his memory for our children and the family. I still hurt deeply, it's not fair for my kids to grow up without him seeing.
--Sandra Salim
<mailto:[email protected]>

2006-06-13 21:00:09 GMT

Author:Anonymous

you fuckers will pay, AND WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW IS DAWUD HAS MANY FRIENDS IN PRISON TOO. JUST WAIT UNTIL THEY CATCH YOU AN FIND OUT ABOUT THEIR FRIEND. GOD HELP YOU. YOU WILL GET YOURS. YOU TOOK MY KIDS' FATHER - YOU FUCKERS - YOU WILL PAY AND BE SORRY YOU EVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT HURTING ANOTHER PERSON!!!!!!
--Sandoura Salim

2006-06-13 21:03:32 GMT

Author:Anonymous

And then....there is you Kamillah....he loved you too. I remember when I first met you and that Tatoo guy. Dawud wanted to kick his ass....he always protected the ones he loved. One thing is that I always felt protected with Dawud. Last summer, around this time. He took us on a hike, down to the lake. Me, Benna, Dominion, and baby Nivarro (who was a few months old and who he loved very much and was there when he was born). He found a remote spot, cleared it, and sectioned it off with the branches that wash up on the shore. PROTECTING us from anything that might come into our space. We had a cook out, music and he was so happy to have his family with him. And I was happy at that moment.
I, now, cherish that day.
Keep on protecting us.....Sandoura
--Sandoura Salim

2006-06-15 14:00:33 GMT

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		On June 3, 2006, my brother Dawud was murdered by a group of punks while stopped at a red light in Cleveland, Ohio.

		Entry for June 5, 2006 Today, June 5, 2006, I am on a hunt I never thought I'd be on. Here is what I know so far: In the early morning hours of Saturday, June 3, 2006, my brother Dawud (David) Salim was stopped at a light at the intersection of Fulton and Lorain Avenues in Cleveland, Ohio. A female friend of his (whose name I will not publish for the sake of her privacy) was in the passenger seat. A red or maroon car pulled up to the light beside my brother's car, and several "men" (I have to call them men, although all of them put together are not worth my brother's pinky finger) got out of the second car and pulled my brother out of the driver's side door. They beat him (although when I saw my brother, he had no bruising to his face). He either fell or was thrown into a "Detour" sign, which caused a deep cut to the back of his scalp. One or more of the attackers used a knife to stab him twice, once in the groin area (which was not a deep cut), and once in the chest. The cut in his chest penetrated his heart, which immediately began to fill with blood and cut off the blood supply to his brain. He was able to get back into his car and tried to drive away. He was only able to go a very short distance down Fulton Road to the 2200 block before he had to pull over. His friend was screaming for help, and a woman named Patty tried to help him. Someone else (a male) gave her his shirt and she wrapped it around his head to try to stop the bleeding, but the wound to his chest ... he was gone before EMS was able to reach the scene. The purpose of this website will be to help me in the search to find David's killers...murderers....punks who aren't worth breathing the same air he did. When you have a beef with someone enough to fight them, fight them one on one, hand to hand. Only punks jump people in a group .. only punks decide to use a weapon when they're too wimpy to win a fair fight. I'm sad and I'm angry and I want to see them brought to justice. My brother wasn't a saint (none of us are), but he was a young, 37-year-old father with a family and a host of friends who love and care about him. We will all always love and care about him. This is obviously more than any of these punks have, and when they go to prison, I hope they find someone to "care" about them there - we all know what happens to punks in prison. To the killers: if you're stupid and ignorant enough to do this, one or all of you is stupid enough to have loose lips. You WILL be found; you will be caught. Hope that I'm the one that finds out who you are; at least then, you'll just go to jail and be someone's girlfriend...there are a number of people who want to find you so you can feel what my brother felt. There are so many things I want to say, but right now I am asking that ANYone who saw ANYthing PLEASE contact the police or contact the family through this website and let us know ANYthing. Right now, all we know is what I've printed so far. Did you see him at a club that night? Which one? Did you see him arguing with someone? Did you see or hear anyone threatening him? Did you actually see the murder as it was happening? How many people were there? What nationality were they? Did anyone get the license plate number? Please, if David was YOUR brother, or your father, or your husband, you would want to know. Please help us find the horrible people that did this to him. You can email us at [email protected]. I will post more later today and throughout the week as we make and finalize arrangements for David's memorial, funeral, vigil. I will also update as we find out more about the crime itself. 2006-06-05 16:28:10 GMT Comments (5 total) Author:Anonymous Dawud, the last day I saw you ironically was the day of our divorce. You never gave up as you said, 'Good, now we can get married in Church', while you chuckled. You tatooed my name on you for a reason, you loved me so much. And this picture of us you still carried. I feel so guilty that I wasn't there for you, that you didn't have a home cooked meal, that you always wanted me back, that you never stopped telling me that you loved me even in the last phone call. That you would always play Sade music on my voice mail. I feel guilty that I finally put my foot down and now you are gone. God knows I wanted us to work all of these years and we had good times and bad. But you would never let go of your lifestyle. I, now, am honored that you gave me your name and in the first week we met, you told me that my name will be changed to Salim, and I still am Sandra Salim and will keep it until I die. Your son will carry it on and proudly. I will always remember the good times and share them with your children. In my heart, you will always be. I do love you, the father of my children. I will continue to help find these mother fuckers and I promise you, that when they are found, I will be there to avenge your death the way you would want me to. I have been there for you since the day we met and will continue to be. You were a strong and beautiful man, invincible. Even when I told your son, I broke it down over a few days and he knew that someone died, he never thought it was his dad. He looks at you and will always see you as the toughest, hardest, strongest man and you still are, so please, with God, watch over us always. Love, your family --Sandoura Salim --Sandoura Salim <mailto:[email protected]> 2006-06-13 20:53:19 GMT Author:Anonymous Dawud, the last day I saw you ironically was the day of our divorce. You never gave up as you said, 'Good, now we can get married in Church', while you chuckled. You tatooed my name on you for a reason, you loved me so much. And this picture of us you still carried. I feel so guilty that I wasn't there for you, that you didn't have a home cooked meal, that you always wanted me back, that you never stopped telling me that you loved me even in the last phone call. That you would always play Sade music on my voice mail. I feel guilty that I finally put my foot down and now you are gone. God knows I wanted us to work all of these years and we had good times and bad. But you would never let go of your lifestyle. I, now, am honored that you gave me your name and in the first week we met, you told me that my name will be changed to Salim, and I still am Sandra Salim and will keep it until I die. Your son will carry it on and proudly. I will always remember the good times and share them with your children. In my heart, you will always be. I do love you, the father of my children. I will continue to help find these mother fuckers and I promise you, that when they are found, I will be there to avenge your death the way you would want me to. I have been there for you since the day we met and will continue to be. You were a strong and beautiful man, invincible. Even when I told your son, I broke it down over a few days and he knew that someone died, he never thought it was his dad. He looks at you and will always see you as the toughest, hardest, strongest man and you still are, so please, with God, watch over us always. Love, your family --Sandoura Salim --Sandoura Salim <mailto:[email protected]> 2006-06-13 20:53:52 GMT Author:Anonymous Sorry, I must have pressed it twice. Sandra But anyway, I still ache inside, everything is empty. Thank you Julie for putting this website together for him. There is one request that he and I talked about throughout our lives together. It is that he wanted our head stones to be carvings of our faces looking up at the world. I would like to do that for him when I can. There is someone I know who would may be able to do that. I want to do everything I can to preserve his memory for our children and the family. I still hurt deeply, it's not fair for my kids to grow up without him seeing. --Sandra Salim <mailto:[email protected]> 2006-06-13 21:00:09 GMT Author:Anonymous you fuckers will pay, AND WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW IS DAWUD HAS MANY FRIENDS IN PRISON TOO. JUST WAIT UNTIL THEY CATCH YOU AN FIND OUT ABOUT THEIR FRIEND. GOD HELP YOU. YOU WILL GET YOURS. YOU TOOK MY KIDS' FATHER - YOU FUCKERS - YOU WILL PAY AND BE SORRY YOU EVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT HURTING ANOTHER PERSON!!!!!! --Sandoura Salim 2006-06-13 21:03:32 GMT Author:Anonymous And then....there is you Kamillah....he loved you too. I remember when I first met you and that Tatoo guy. Dawud wanted to kick his ass....he always protected the ones he loved. One thing is that I always felt protected with Dawud. Last summer, around this time. He took us on a hike, down to the lake. Me, Benna, Dominion, and baby Nivarro (who was a few months old and who he loved very much and was there when he was born). He found a remote spot, cleared it, and sectioned it off with the branches that wash up on the shore. PROTECTING us from anything that might come into our space. We had a cook out, music and he was so happy to have his family with him. And I was happy at that moment. I, now, cherish that day. Keep on protecting us.....Sandoura --Sandoura Salim 2006-06-15 14:00:33 GMT Site Home