Nursing my Palestinian American baby in New York, I can't stop thinking about all of the suffering thousands of miles away.
I've been watching these images of dead and dying children, recorded on phones and reported by journalists whose own families are at risk, while nursing my newborn son.
A little boy carrying what remains of his brother to a hospital. His wide, gray eyes reminded me of my baby's.
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