Messages arrive from Gaza with news of dead children. It has become a graveyard for humanity’s conscience | Ghada Ageel

When the texts came through, I wish they had not. Children of friends killed; my own young relatives traumatised

Over the past week, I attempted to reach out to my family and friends in Gaza, but my calls went unanswered. A few days ago, they finally contacted me, and I only wish they hadn't.

From the mouths of babes comes truth, so the saying goes. In Khan Younis refugee camp, Shahd, my four-year-old niece, asked my sister-in-law: Mom, is it painful to die? What is less painful, to die from a rocket or a tank shell?"