Horrible news!
Tuesday, Haya was returning from the Kindergarten, holding hands with Yasser and Hazem wenn they were facing a oncoming car on a side street.
There was a MASSIVE EXPLOSION, and shrapnel rained down on them, a few steps away from them.
The two boys cried and screamed. Haya picked them up and ran, fearing more missiles might strike.
HOW CAN ONE DESCRIBE THE FEELING BEING BOMBED, a thin line between surviving and injury/death?