One of the vehicles destroyed during the Israeli strike of Nov. 26 on the Rashidieh camp, Dec. 5. (Credit: Emmanuel Haddad)
The roar of the Israeli bombs still echoed in Ali Hussein's ears. Shrapnel tore into his groin, fractured his arm, and ripped the skin from his foot. He should have collapsed, but a desperate cry pierced through the chaos: “Daddy!” His daughter, Najat. The Rashidieh camp, south of Sour, was a scene of devastation. The Nov. 26 bombardment had left a landscape of white dust swirling around bloodied children and dismembered bodies. Ali, driven by a parental instinct, stumbled through the carnage, searching for his daughter. “I saw her,” he recounted on Dec. 5, his arm and foot encased in plaster. “I lifted her with my good arm and just kept walking, somehow.” The airstrike, just hours before a fragile truce between Israel and Hezbollah took hold, shattered the relative peace of the Rashidieh Palestinian camp. Until then, the camp, south of...
The roar of the Israeli bombs still echoed in Ali Hussein's ears. Shrapnel tore into his groin, fractured his arm, and ripped the skin from his foot. He should have collapsed, but a desperate cry pierced through the chaos: “Daddy!” His daughter, Najat. The Rashidieh camp, south of Sour, was a scene of devastation. The Nov. 26 bombardment had left a landscape of white dust swirling around bloodied children and dismembered bodies. Ali, driven by a parental instinct, stumbled through the carnage, searching for his daughter. “I saw her,” he recounted on Dec. 5, his arm and foot encased in plaster. “I lifted her with my good arm and just kept walking, somehow.” The airstrike, just hours before a fragile truce between Israel and Hezbollah took hold, shattered the relative peace of the Rashidieh Palestinian camp. Until then, the...