“My daughters, they killed them, Oh Lord. God, God, God.”
“My daughters were just sitting quietly talking in their bedroom at home,” Dr Izeldeen Abuelaish told me on the phone between sobs.
“I had just left the room, carrying my youngest son on my shoulders. Then a shell came through the wall.
“I rushed back to find their dead bodies – or rather parts of their bodies – strewn all over the room. One was still sitting in a chair but she had no legs.
“Tell me why did they have to die? Who gave the order to fire on my house?”
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