Letter from Gaza City: �I got the call I never wanted to hear... my brother had been hit�

INSUBCONTINENT EXCLUSIVE:
Every morning, my brother Tareq leaves his relatives’ house to come see me, as if our daily meeting is our last fragile attempt to hold
on to what life we still have
I know the roads are no longer safe
I warn him over and over and pleaded with him that morning to stay where he was.