A hunt for my brother Dawud Salim's murderers

Entry for June 20, 2006

This type of sudden loss is so very difficult. I think that an unjustified killing always is...it must be. 4-5 guys on one, and they STILL had to use a weapon? Weak punk asses .... yeah, I spelled that one out. My brother ... he had to be so scared when he realized how badly he was hurt. I think his thoughts must have been so fragmented ... his children ... his planned new start at life in the state where the rest of our family lives ... his little son, whom he hadn't seen in a while, was coming in a couple of days to visit for a while ... he must have been thinking about him, too. Mini-I know for a fact how very much he loved you and how much he was looking forward to you visiting him. He was so happy about it.

I don't think that any one of us, family or friends, can really wrap our heads around what happened. Just so quick and so final. I find that now I pay extra attention to the one or two paragraph stories that tell the tale of a life cut short by violence. I read, think, then offer up a prayer for the family that is going through it's own kind of hell. I now understand more clearly the drive that causes certain families to take to the street to find their (son, daughter, mother, father)'s murderer(s). We WILL find them, and they will wish they'd never touched this particular guy. Too many of us cared about him, and we won't let the courts let them off lightly.

2006-06-20 13:04:47 GMT

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Author:Anonymous

Every day I open this site at least 50 times in hopes to find anything new in the search for the fuckers who did this. I feel so helpless and when I open this site, I look at his face knowing, I am right there in that picture next to him. I always loved that picture of us, and apparently, so did he. I never thought that this is the picture that would be used in this manner. I went to visit him with the kids and he always had it up in his room. He would say, 'look at how happy we are here' it was taken at a Mahrajan in Wheeling, West Virginia. We were so happy on that day. I was going through some clothes that I had in a suitcase, just a few weeks before and came across that same blue and white Tommy Hilfiger shirt he was wearing, (I got him) and some other clothes of his that I had packed up for the winter and never went through until recently to get out summer clothes. I still have it, among so many other things of Dawud's and I am glad I have things to pass on to the kids to remember him by. He had a girly shall of mine draped over his lamp with animal print and I asked him why he had that and he said, 'because it's yours and so I can always think of you'. I feel so bad, he was the happiest with his family, but refused to let go of the streets, which took his life. I am so angry his kids have to go through this senseless hurt.
I feel so empty for my son. I hate this bottomless end. The fear of dealing with the future questions my son and daughter will have for me. The fear that they will hate me for leaving him alone. The fear that I will see them hurt when they accomplish things in their life and can't share it with their dad. My son was so happy to let him know in our last conversation with him, just a few days before he died, that he received a stripe on his belt for knowledge in his karate class. He was so proud to tell Dawud about what he accomplished. Dawud was proud of him. And his last words to him were, 'I'm proud of you and I love you Buddy'.....
--Sandoura Salim
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2006-06-20 20:01:27 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 20, 2006 This type of sudden loss is so very difficult. I think that an unjustified killing always is...it must be. 4-5 guys on one, and they STILL had to use a weapon? Weak punk asses .... yeah, I spelled that one out. My brother ... he had to be so scared when he realized how badly he was hurt. I think his thoughts must have been so fragmented ... his children ... his planned new start at life in the state where the rest of our family lives ... his little son, whom he hadn't seen in a while, was coming in a couple of days to visit for a while ... he must have been thinking about him, too. Mini-I know for a fact how very much he loved you and how much he was looking forward to you visiting him. He was so happy about it. I don't think that any one of us, family or friends, can really wrap our heads around what happened. Just so quick and so final. I find that now I pay extra attention to the one or two paragraph stories that tell the tale of a life cut short by violence. I read, think, then offer up a prayer for the family that is going through it's own kind of hell. I now understand more clearly the drive that causes certain families to take to the street to find their (son, daughter, mother, father)'s murderer(s). We WILL find them, and they will wish they'd never touched this particular guy. Too many of us cared about him, and we won't let the courts let them off lightly. 2006-06-20 13:04:47 GMT Comments (1 total) Author:Anonymous Every day I open this site at least 50 times in hopes to find anything new in the search for the fuckers who did this. I feel so helpless and when I open this site, I look at his face knowing, I am right there in that picture next to him. I always loved that picture of us, and apparently, so did he. I never thought that this is the picture that would be used in this manner. I went to visit him with the kids and he always had it up in his room. He would say, 'look at how happy we are here' it was taken at a Mahrajan in Wheeling, West Virginia. We were so happy on that day. I was going through some clothes that I had in a suitcase, just a few weeks before and came across that same blue and white Tommy Hilfiger shirt he was wearing, (I got him) and some other clothes of his that I had packed up for the winter and never went through until recently to get out summer clothes. I still have it, among so many other things of Dawud's and I am glad I have things to pass on to the kids to remember him by. He had a girly shall of mine draped over his lamp with animal print and I asked him why he had that and he said, 'because it's yours and so I can always think of you'. I feel so bad, he was the happiest with his family, but refused to let go of the streets, which took his life. I am so angry his kids have to go through this senseless hurt. I feel so empty for my son. I hate this bottomless end. The fear of dealing with the future questions my son and daughter will have for me. The fear that they will hate me for leaving him alone. The fear that I will see them hurt when they accomplish things in their life and can't share it with their dad. My son was so happy to let him know in our last conversation with him, just a few days before he died, that he received a stripe on his belt for knowledge in his karate class. He was so proud to tell Dawud about what he accomplished. Dawud was proud of him. And his last words to him were, 'I'm proud of you and I love you Buddy'..... --Sandoura Salim <mailto:[email protected]> 2006-06-20 20:01:27 GMT Site Home