 met a young aspiring journalist who had thought that he had been killed. Here is that conversation, and they speak too fast for me to narrate the captions at the same time, but she is saying that she thought he was martyred when the Israeli army invaded the north. She says, we were about to mourn you, man. I swear we missed you. I swear to God I came down to see you. Hossam says, you're a real champ. What do you want to be when you grow up? And she answers, a journalist.