Raed Abu Awad, known to everyone, pedestrians and drivers, as the “fast policeman,” was not just a traffic organizer in the middle of Ramallah, which was crowded with cars, shoppers, and passers-by, young and old, and visitors. They always came to him to shake his hand and take pictures with him, due to the uniqueness of his performance and the agility of his movements. And the magic of his smile, which had previously come from his heart, appeared on his lips. Rather, he was a guardian of the lighthouse, like its lion, and an icon in this city full of vitality at night and during the day, where the noise of cars mixes with the voices of vendors and arteries, next to the vegetable stands, falafel stands, and cake carts that he visits. Wayfarers.

Raed is gone, but his movements, his silence, his smiles, and the echo of his whistle fill the place with vitality and renewed hope that there is something on this earth worthy of life, after he presented an example of a traffic policeman, a friend of people who cares for their young and is compassionate towards their elders.

I cannot imagine Ramallah without him, but our consolation is that his impact remains in the streets, as well as in the hearts, as the butterfly effect does not go away.

In an unusual manner, I vacate the place of my picture today, so that I would be honored to place his picture in its place, in honor of him, his companions who walked in his path, and the people who became close to him, and their love, respect, and appreciation for him increased.