In Qana, A Gruesome Scene
By Megan K. Stack, Times Staff Writer
8:15 PM PDT, July 30, 2006
QANA, Lebanon -- ... Across the hospital room, Zeinab Ahmed Shalhoub nodded silently. The woman's face was wan; skin papery; eyes hollow. She gripped her bed sheet tight to her chin and told her story in the flat voice of a person shocked beyond emotion. Bombs had rattled the valleys when she stretched out on a mattress with her two little girls. She had to sleep, she decided, missiles or no missiles. As she drifted off, the 24-year-old mother rolled away from 18-month-old Zeinab and 3-year-old Rokaya. She felt their warm breath on her neck.
When the bomb crashed into the house, she thought it had hit a neighbor's place. Then she realized her mouth was full of dust, and she couldn't move under a heavy crush of rubble. Her daughters whimpered in her ear, but she couldn't reach back to touch them. Shalhoub doesn't know how much time dragged past as she lay face-down in the dirt, listening as death overtook her only children. "I heard my baby girl moaning in my ear," she said, holding one listless hand alongside her ear to show where the child had lain. "They were all covered with the dust, and they died," Shalhoub said. "I couldn't scream."
It was her sister who finally saved her. The younger woman extricated herself from the broken house, hauled herself over to her sister and pulled her to safety. By that time, Shalhoub had convinced herself that her 18-month-old baby was still alive. The child was still warm; she was sure of it. "Get my baby," she urged her sister. She was hallucinating. The tiny corpse was stone cold... Rescuers said they believe many of the victims had died slowly through the long night of bombs, their faces pinned to the dirt. The bombs had kept ambulances away until daybreak. Even then, a bomb fell a soccer-field's length from the first vehicle to arrive...
"This is the most horrible thing I've seen," said Red Cross volunteer Mohammed Zaatar. "It's small babies. You scratch in the earth nothing, nothing, nothing," Zaatar said. "You follow your senses. When you feel a body underground, something shakes you. It's a life, it's a man, it's a woman." A page torn from a child's coloring book lay tattered on the ground, scrawled over with strokes of sunny yellow and bright blue. A diaper was discarded. Ambulances were crammed with dead children...
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