"Sons are the light of their mother's eyes," she said," and my eyes have lost their light."
She kept dialing a number in Egypt. Consoling relatives and neighbors who filled the front compound of her home kept handing her their mobiles in the hope that one of them would connect to the Egyptian hospital where Nabila Jadali's sons had been sent for treatment.
She had already buried Mohamad Jadali. Her son had not survived the rain of shells that landed in her home. She had no time to mourn however. Two other sons were in an emergency room in Egypt, evacuated across the Rafah border, and she was unable to locate them.
Abdil Hadi had been blinded in the same attack and Khalil had lost his legs.
She had lost one son but had no time to think about that. She had two more she could possibly loose.