Exactly like this: Yemeni families destroyed by American air strikes | Israeli conflict news

Sana, Yemen On the evening of March 15, Ammar Muhammad toured the vibrant streets in a modern residential neighborhood in the north.

The slim man was wearing his clothes and expecting a delicious meal in a relative’s house.

The gentle spring air, which was cooled after sunset, was carrying the rich scents of cooked dishes at home where the families were ready to break their fasting on the last day of Ramadan.

The two -storey house for his wife’s relatives, the weight*was lit, as is the case with other houses tightly packed on that street.

Even from a distance, he could see rows of windows that glow warmly and felt the life that radiated from behind the closed doors that was walking in the past, while people spoke, children’s jungle, and a fluctuating table.

He was looking for breakfast and his wife later joined him at her relatives’ house to gather post -opening.

The street was noisy – the mosque loudspeakers repeated the recitations of the Qur’an, the children chased each other on the asphalt, and the loud kitchens leaked from the open entrances.

He was on the stone of the stone when the evening was divided.

He destroyed a roar that designed calm, a blind orange flash turns everything into a terrifying artificial dawn.

The cramping of the earth under it, was thrown back, and the ears that ring as a shock wave of dust and debris invaded, to calm his skin. For a moment, he could not breathe.

When he raised his head, Al -Wazani’s house went.

“Like this, the house collapsed into a pile of rubble and twisted minerals,” said 30 years old.

He said in the pain: “All 12-most of them were killed, most of them women and children-who were at home on the peaceful evening of Ramadan,” he said in the pain.

The Al -Wazani family was killed in a A raid ordered by US President Donald Trump.

Trump claimed that he wanted to target Houthi fighters and military facilities, to force them to stop The continuous blockade of Israel From the Gaza Strip.

The American raids continued, killed at least 53 people, while nearly 100 people were injured.

Live shattered

Muhammad, the palm bleed from the strength that was thrown at the asphalt, raced to the house to see if there are any survivors.

The house was demolished, along with one side next to it.

He joined a crowd of neighbors who pulled the brick and iron iron in search of people, to eventually realize that no one was alive.

“Emotions and ideas swept, just like my surroundings.

“This was a family that breaks its fasting together, not a military base. The Americans do not distinguish between the rebels and the child.”

He could not say anything else about his combat relatives, saying only that he was afraid of what would come after that.

He clearly remembered how joyful sounds of children suddenly were screaming with a hole while parents with panic rushed to the streets, desperate searching for their young.

“They were there just a minute ago.”

Like Khawla*, who was a few houses away from the two weights, she placed the table and watched her two -year -olds, a six -year -old Mustafa, who plays abroad.

They were waiting for their father to return before the family could sit to break the fast.

With the vibration of the Earth and the explosive sound of the raid, the mother who was 30 years old rushed to the outside in a state of panic, in search of any trace of her young children.

She said: “My children were there a few moments ago, and suddenly I could not see them.”

“I stumbled in the scattered debris across the street, the air was still full of dust.

“Their names shouted … nothing,” said, her voice is cracking and she remembers that night.

“Two small bodies were monitored several meters away from the explosion force,” said Khula, who was asked to be referred to only as her first name.

The neighbor tried them in his arms and carried them to the house of Khala, afraid that another attack will be followed, and he feels that he would be safer inside.

“I chased him after him, crying and trying to understand how much my children were injured. They were very shocked to respond, but as soon as they entered, I checked in a feverish in every inch of their bodies.”

Fortunately, boys’ injuries were limited to bruises and cutting throughout their bodies, and were able to tend to herself.

“These are healing discounts, but there are very deep scars and more difficult to fix them. My children have not been themselves since then.”

She added that the children continue to ask whether more bombs will fall into the neighborhood.

“I hug them, and avoid answering the question … But I cannot overcome the scene of the family whose children have not made.”

* The names changed for the safety of individuals

This article was published in cooperation with egab.