On June 8, Jad Suliman woke up too late to receive bread at the local distribution point in Jabalia refugee camp, a lifeline for his northern Gaza neighborhood. With nothing to eat, the 8-year-old walked to school on an empty stomach, where he was handed a single packet of biscuits. But rather than eat it right away, he saved it to share with his mother and sisters.

As usual, before heading home that afternoon, Jad visited his father’s small electronics repair shop nearby. “He always came in, said hi, and kissed me with his pure smile,” Youssif Suliman, 43, said of his son. “I would give him two shekels, he’d buy snacks from a nearby market, and then he’d head home.” 

That day, Jad was too hungry to stay for long. He took the pocket change and said goodbye to his father. Only a few minutes later, Suliman heard an explosion, and a thick cloud of dust immediately swallowed the street.