I left my children playing in the tent
I hugged them as if it felt like the last
hug. I left to cook them something
to eat.
I came back panicking as I heard the
airstrikes. I found my six children
that couldn’t fit in the tent. They
burnt and became ash. I carried the
six in my arm as if it were a handful
of sand. I continued hugging and
kissing them.
My six children world, they became
the size of a handful of sand.

Testimony from the Rafah massacre