Hours earlier, the Palestinian father-of-two left his apartment in Deir al-Balah to collect birth certificates for his three-day-old twins – Aysal and Aser, a boy and a girl. But while he was out, he said, he received a phone call that an Israeli strike had hit his home, killing the two babies, along with his wife, Jumana.
I’ve never wanted children, but I imagine those that do would be brought to happy tears upon learning they’re going to not only be a father, but father to twins.
And I cannot comprehend the loss you would feel learning that they were killed in a political war that they nor you have any part in.
When my daughter was 10 months, she wriggled off the sofa and bashed her bottom lip. I rushed to pick her up to make sure she was okay, and as I did, a tiny trickle of blood welled up from her split lip.
She was perfectly fine, made loads of friends at the hospital. But in that moment, if there was a cliff next to me, I’d have jumped off of it.
If someone else hurt them, or dropped a bomb on them, the whole world wouldn’t be safe. I can’t imagine what’s that guy is feeling.