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| The War Turns Gaza Into a ‘Graveyard’ for ChildrenThe War Turns Gaza Into a ‘Graveyard’ for Children | The War Turns Gaza Into a ‘Graveyard’ for ChildrenThe War Turns Gaza Into a ‘Graveyard’ for Children |
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| Thousands of children have been killed in the enclave since the Israeli assault began, officials in Gaza say. The Israeli military says it takes “all feasible precautions” to avoid civilian deaths. | Thousands of children have been killed in the enclave since the Israeli assault began, officials in Gaza say. The Israeli military says it takes “all feasible precautions” to avoid civilian deaths. |
| Barefoot and weeping, Khaled Joudeh, 9, hurried toward the dozens of bodies wrapped in white burial shrouds, blankets and rugs outside the overcrowded morgue. | Barefoot and weeping, Khaled Joudeh, 9, hurried toward the dozens of bodies wrapped in white burial shrouds, blankets and rugs outside the overcrowded morgue. |
| “Where’s my mom?” he cried next to a photographer for The New York Times. “I want to see my mom.” | “Where’s my mom?” he cried next to a photographer for The New York Times. “I want to see my mom.” |
| “Where is Khalil?” he continued, barely audible between sobs as he asked for his 12-year-old brother. A morgue worker opened a white shroud, so Khaled could kiss his brother one final time. | “Where is Khalil?” he continued, barely audible between sobs as he asked for his 12-year-old brother. A morgue worker opened a white shroud, so Khaled could kiss his brother one final time. |
| Then, he bid farewell to his 8-month-old sister. Another shroud was pulled back, revealing the blood-caked face of a baby, her strawberry-red hair matted down. Khaled broke into fresh sobs as he identified her to the hospital staff. Her name was Misk, Arabic for musk. | Then, he bid farewell to his 8-month-old sister. Another shroud was pulled back, revealing the blood-caked face of a baby, her strawberry-red hair matted down. Khaled broke into fresh sobs as he identified her to the hospital staff. Her name was Misk, Arabic for musk. |
| “Mama was so happy when she had you,” he whispered, gently touching her forehead, tears streaming down his face onto hers. | “Mama was so happy when she had you,” he whispered, gently touching her forehead, tears streaming down his face onto hers. |