Over the past week, I attempted to reach out to my family and friends in Gaza, but my calls went unanswered. A few days ago, they finally contacted me, and I only wish they hadn’t.
From the mouths of babes comes truth, so the saying goes. In Khan Younis refugee camp, Shahd, my four-year-old niece, asked my sister-in-law: “Mom, is it painful to die? What is less painful, to die from a rocket or a tank shell?”
