I just watched Dad's trying to dig their dead children, whose faces you could see clearly. From the rubble. Children's faces that yesterday may have smiled, played, laughed, joked, eaten bread. Like was said above it is hard not to see our own children in this.
God bless this man over and over. There is his home being destroyed in the background and still he finds the courage to turn to Allah, make the call to prayer and pray.
Just what are we seeing? Why (and I know why, it is a rhetorical question) is the world OK with this and not only OK so often complicit in it.
How tired her eyes look. How fearful her voice sounds. I am glad every time I see her post because then I know she is alive, but I am ao scared one day there won't be another post from her. That one day it will be her last.
God bless these people.