I couldn’t tell whether we were alive or dead and buried under the rubble by Rasha Abou Jalal

GAZA CITY—I woke up at 3 a.m. on March 18th to the sound of a massive explosion above my head, shattering the silence of the night. For a moment, I felt like I had died.

… Suddenly, the screams of my five children pierced my ears. I couldn’t tell whether we were alive or dead and buried under the rubble. I rushed to hold them.

… “Mama! Are we going to die?” my terrified 12-year-old daughter, Saida, asked me, her body trembling with fear.

… As we fled, my husband said, “When I heard our children screaming, I felt helpless. I only thought about getting them out alive, but I brought them out to what? To a life where we run from one death to another?”

… The airstrikes last night killed more than 400 Palestinians, including 174 children, 89 women, and 32 elderly people.