A Father’s Grief: Lost Sons and War’s Haunting Images

Give my greetings to my son Rakan, little Khaled. I hope you become friends in Paradise. I couldn't sleep all night the image of that little burned child won't leave my mind. I hear the sounds of bombing and aircraft, but it's his face that haunts me.
I don’t know was he

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