She had woken up about 10pm to breastfeed Naeim, the boy, and went back to sleep with him in one arm and Wissam, the girl, in the other. Her husband was sleeping beside them. The explosion came an hour and a half later, and the house collapsed. “I screamed for my children and my husband,” she said this week as she sobbed and cradled a baby’s blanket to her chest. “They were all dead. Their father took them and left me behind ... I didn’t get enough of them.” |
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