My name is Naheel and I am twenty eight years old. I don’t know how much life or time I have left before my mission in this life is over. I would like to tell you parts of my story before I run out. 

This is the 22nd day of war. I’m used to helping people figure out their emotions and let them be. Today, I don’t know what to do with my own sadness anymore.

A few moments after heavy shelling by our house, my 7-year-old daughter, whose body was trembling with fear, put her trembling hand on my cheek and asked: “Daddy, who invented the Israelis? Why do they do this to us? Tell them it’s enough!”

For every family with many siblings, there is always a child who steals your heart with their light spirit, wit, and an adorable presence that everybody seems to love.

Yasmine here… miraculously spared by the angel of death after the shelling of the past few days, next to which we had never seen before.