Robert Fisk-British journalist in Kandahar province doing an interview: out of a dust-storm came a women in a grey shawl." I lost my daughter two days ago ," she wailed." He Americans bombed our home in Kandahar and the roof fell on her." Amid the chaos and shouting, I did what reporters do. Out came my notebook and pen. Name? " Muzlifa" Age? " she was two." I Turn away. " Then there was my other daughter." She nods when I ask if this girl died too. " At the same moment. Her name was Farigha. She was three." I turn away." There wasn't much left of my son." Note book out for the third time. " When the roof hit him, he was turned to meat and all I could see were bones. His name was sherif. He was a year and a half old."
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