 In the sprawling coastal tent camp known as Mawasi, a survivor of the strikes, Mohamed Abou Yassine, told of his ordeal. I heard the first hit and my son came screaming, Daddy, Daddy, and took cover with me. My daughter was next to me. I said, don't be afraid, and I hugged her. The second hit, I hugged them both together. The third hit, we did not know where we were. I woke up and found myself in the hospital. My son was killed immediately. I'm Karen Shamass.