The mother-to-be screamed in pain. Her brother-in-law yelled into a cell phone, begging for an ambulance. With Israeli missiles shattering the night, this was a bad time to be having a baby.
On the flip side of Earth, in the pin-drop quiet of his living room in this Kansas City suburb, Yaser Wishah could only wait. His first child, a baby boy of the Gaza Strip, could not.
How one Gaza drama played out in a Kansas home
This is the end. The final blood-soaked chapter of the genocide. It will be over soon....
