Rochelle Banja (20:34)
In a neighborhood in the northwest of Gaza City, just across town from where Seher the photojournalist was, there's a cemetery. This is where a six year old boy named Yousef was buried earlier this year when the seaside road reopened. His father, Hossein Khaledauda, paid $15 to get here. He made the journey in the back of a trailer with 20 other people who were all traveling north. But the cemetery was only a pit stop in a larger journey. Hossein wasn't going home to rebuild his old life. He knew that he never could. He was going home to say goodbye. When Hossein arrived in the cemetery, he dug up his son's body. He put him in a white bag and carried him on foot roughly three miles to Jabalia, where his family used to live. He wanted to bury Yusuf with the rest of his children who were all killed in the war. Hossein told me his family home used to be a happy place. And he still can't believe this is the way his life turned out. So my life before the war, I was a professional bodybuilder. I participated in local and international competitions. For example, Mr. Universe. And I was also a manager at a gym. And that gym belonged to my father, and we opened it just a year before the war. And my wife, Rawa, she was a housewife. But when we opened the gym, she came and she worked with me at the gym. And my children, Khalid, he was 6 years old, and my daughter Iman, she was 5. And they would go to school. I also had a son named yusuf, he was 3, and another son, Hamed, and he was a baby. So when Khaled and Iman would go to school in the morning, my wife, she would take Yusuf and Muhammad to the gym, and there she did administrative work. And then the rest of the time we would go on family trips or to a restaurant, or I would take them to the beach. The beach was close to our house. You know, things like this. We had a normal life like everybody else. But when the war started, our life, it was flipped upside down. Many Members of my family were killed on 29th October, 2023, including my mother, two of my older siblings, and one of my siblings who has down syndrome, and also my daughter during an airstrike. Tell me more about that airstrike that happened. Were you present at the time? The rocket came through from the top of the building on the fourth floor, and then it finally exploded on the ground, ground floor. And I myself happened to be in that building when the airstrike happened, but I was on the first floor. I just saw black all in front of me. And I heard almost like, nothing, because when you're really close to a strike like this, you don't hear anything. It's only when you're far from it that you actually hear the sound of it. Then I heard my wife calling me, and I heard her ask where the children were. But only three of them were with me on the same floor, and they were not harmed. At that moment, did you realize that you had lost your daughter? So, yes, because I remembered that day that my daughter, she had gone that morning to go buy candy or, like a lollipop from the store. And then after that, she was going to go see her grandmother to say hi to her on the ground floor. And then when I went downstairs, I was really shocked to see that there was not really human beings there. There was just limbs on the floor. I knew for a fact that my daughter was there. Ten people were killed that day. Hussein's daughter Iman, was buried in the family grave in their hometown, Jabalia. So what did you do after that explosion? Where did you go after that? Hussein and his family were displaced several times. They lived inside a school, a camp, a hospital. And then after all that, they couldn't find a place to live. So they moved back home during a temporary ceasefire in January, into the building that had been damaged by the airstrike but was still standing. The place was in ruins. The walls were knocked down, but the ceiling still provided some coverage. They hung tarps up to close up the walls. They cleaned up the rubble as best they could inside and tried to make two rooms and a makeshift bathroom. Hossein never let his sons out of his sight. His muscled body was getting thinner and thinner, but he still made his sons feel safe, feel protected. The family stayed there for around four months, until one night in May the fighting got so intense they felt like they had to leave. So in the morning, they packed up their belongings and got ready to go. And we had agreed with the driver that we were going to meet up at noon. So I go down and I'm going to meet up with the driver. And I come back, and in that very small amount of time, I hear a huge explosion. And so I saw that the house that was bombed was mine. I was 200 meters away, and it was all very dusty. It was all very hard to see. And so I'm walking back by foot and everything is destroyed. I just see, like, rubble everywhere. And I'm just yelling, yelling and just trying to hear back from someone. Finally, I hear back one voice, my wife's voice. And we bring her out. It's all broken, and it's a miracle that she's alive. But my children, Khalid Muhammad, were all killed that day. My son Muhammad, he happened to be next to my wife. We rescued his body. But my children, Khalid and Yusuf, we could not find their bodies, so their bodies stayed in the rubble. What was going through your mind after. After this loss? I just felt like it was unfair because, like, this house, it was. It was bombed twice. And these kids, they were in the house. What did these kids do? What they do, it's very unfair. I just feel a lot of pain. I just feel a lot of agony. And actually, on the day they were killed, at 9am, they were very excited because they thought we were going on a trip. They were all dressed up, and they didn't understand that we were actually getting displaced. And on that day, I asked them what they wanted. And my eldest, he said he wanted a PlayStation, and Yousef said he wanted an electric car. And Muhammad, the youngest, said he wanted a small electric car. You know, they really wanted to have a room and their own toys because we were always going back between sleeping in tents and being displaced, and they just wanted to be in a house. So that was. That was their last wish. That was the last things that they wished for. I asked Hossein if there might be any reason his building was bombed, whether it might have been a target for the Israeli military. He said no. He told me that he's not political, nor is he a member of Hamas, and neither were any of his family members who were killed in either of the strikes. We have not found any evidence that goes against that. We do know that one of Hossein's cousins was a senior leader in Hamas who was targeted and killed in a separate Israeli airstrike. But Hossein told me he wasn't close to that cousin. He has dozens of cousins, and he'd only seen this particular one a couple times in his life. Ultimately, Hossein rejects The idea that his building was hit because of his cousin's affiliation with Hamas. He says his family was killed indiscriminately. Most of those killed in both strikes on his building. War women and children. We asked the Israeli military about the two strikes. We provided them with the coordinates of Hossein's building and the names and ID numbers of those killed. They provided no reason or explanation for the strikes and didn't dispute Hossein's account of the story. The days that followed the second airstrike were frantic for Hossein. His wife Rawa, had been seriously injured. Hossain rushed her back and forth between several hospitals. After multiple visits, they found out she suffered a broken and dislocated pelvis. She also had severe nerve damage. The injuries left her partially paralyzed from the hips down. Doctors told her she'd require a lengthy surgery. But they couldn't do it. First, because they didn't have the medical equipment required to do it in Gaza. And second, because the surgery would take hours, hours in which they could save many people's lives. They just couldn't spend so much time on a single patient. The doctors told them she would have to leave Gaza to get the operation. Amidst Trying to get his wife medical care, Hossein was also trying to find Khaled and Yusuf's bodies in the rubble. He looked and looked until it was no longer safe to do so. He and his wife had to flee south. Hossein had to leave his son's bodies behind. He grieved his sons, and he grieved over not being able to bury them. Weeks later, Hossein asked a family friend who was still in Jabalya to look under the rubble one more time to see if he could find anything. He did. He found Yusuf's body. But he was too dangerous to bury Yusuf in the family grave. So his friend took Yusuf's body south to Gaza City and temporarily buried him in the cemetery there. But he never found Khaleed's body. And that's why, after the seaside road reopened, after he picked up Yusuf's body in Gaza City, Husayn headed north. He wanted to look for Khaled's body himself. So I picked up my son Yusuf. I took him on my way to Jabalya. And to be honest, it was a very hard day. Just imagine carrying your children in bags from one place to the next. Like if I was traveling to another continent by foot, it would have been easier. And then I went to the house and I started looking for my son Khalid's body, but I only managed to find part of his body. And then we eventually went to the cemetery and we did a small funeral and we eventually buried all of them, Muhammad, Yusuf and Khalid, in the same grave. What did it feel like that day to finally be able to bury all of your children? It was a great relief because just the idea that my son's body was under the rubble this whole time and I couldn't bury him, it's beyond loss. So the smallest thing that I could do at least, was to dignify them and burying them. And I know that I didn't do 100%, but I'm at least happy to know that they are buried in their graves. Khalid, Youssef and Muhammad were buried in the family grave two days after the ceasefire came into effect. They were 10, six and three years old. They were buried next to their sister iman. She was 7. And what about your house? Do you have plans to rebuild the house? Do you have any hopes for making this a home again for you? Or is it just too painful to think about that? No, no, because this place, it took too much for me. My wife is in a wheelchair and we've lost all of our children. And, you know, everything that I felt in this war, like losing my children and my wife getting injured and getting this place in my house getting bombed twice and losing the gym. I mean, at this point, we're dead people walking around. I mean, I wonder if dead people are actually living better than us. This whole place, it took too much for me. I don't want anything to do with it anymore. My wife, I'm thinking about her the most. I want her to restart her life. You know, she still needs to do the surgery that she needs in order to heal. And we're just trying to figure out how to make it by with the rest of my wife's life. And, you know, when the ceasefire happened, it was kind of bittersweet because I remembered my children and how much they thought about that day. It's funny to think that they even knew that word. They knew the word ceasefire. And they used to talk about all the things that they would do after the ceasefire. They wanted to go to the beach, that they would go back to school. And I promised them that I would take them to the beach. Oh, I promised them that we would fly a kite at the beach. That's what they loved the most, was flying kites. But I couldn't protect them. The last two years, we slept in the same tent every day and in the same room. All the time because I was so scared that something would happen to them. It was just minutes that we were separated and that's what hurts me the most. It was just a minute that I was far from them. So yeah, to be honest, I'm just really sad that this war ended and that they. They didn't see a single beautiful day. They opened their eyes to the world and all that they saw was war.