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Letter from Yemen’s capital: I heard a huge explosion near our home

Letter from Yemen’s capital: I heard a huge explosion near our home
A Saudi-led coalition began bombing Yemen more than 940 days ago. I thought I might get used to the sound of jets roaring overhead day and night.

The truth is, my wife and I relive the terror each time we hear those jets.
Yemen has been devastated by a war that began in 2015. The Houthi movement, widely believed to be supported by Iran, is on one side. It controls the capital, Sanaa, where we live, and the northern half of the country. On the other side is the ousted government in exile, which is backed by Saudi Arabia but controls only parts of the south. Radical Islamists control much of what is in between. Thousands of people have been killed, including many women and children.

A week ago, the Houthis  fired a missile toward the airport in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia’s capital, their closest strike so near a major city in the kingdom. I knew the Saudis would respond quickly.
They struck the Central Security Headquarters, which is about 200 meters from our home. Then the bombing became much worse.
It was around 7:40 p.m. on Nov. 6. My wife and our 1-year-old son, Khaled, were playing in the living room on the second floor of our home. I was out in the streets when I heard a huge explosion. I knew it was near our home. I rushed back to find my wife holding our son and hiding under the dining table. Khaled was crying. I crouched under the table and hugged them both. At that moment, I felt my heart tear into pieces, not knowing what to do to make my son’s fears go away.

A few minutes later, we heard the trembling sound of a missile flying over our heads before it struck and shook the ground, shattering the windows on top of us. Then a third strike, and a fourth. There is nothing worse than feeling helpless as you see your loved ones terrified and frightened. No child should have to live with such turmoil.
After the attacks stopped, my wife put our exhausted son to bed. I started picking up the broken glass and covering the windows with plastic to stop the cold from coming in. I stayed up that night worrying what the coming days would hold for us.
The next morning, I saw drivers waiting in long lines at gas stations. On other streets, people filled containers with cooking gas.

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