Hakim – 2

Hakim’s eyes are still large and haunted two days after the Brit Mil battle outside his house.

“A jet dive-bombed straight at our house as we looked out the window, Seren,” he says, leaning toward me, his hands jerking in agitation. “We thought it would drop a bomb on our house! The women were screaming and the children were crying. The jet turned at the last moment, lifting back up without dropping anything. We thought we would all die.”

His eyes are pleading, but I don’t know what I can give him. I apologize to him and tell him many times how thankful I am that he and his family weren’t hurt. My words seemed criminally inadequate.

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