Justine Yan
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first heard Mar 2025
last heard Mar 2025
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One thing he always did was try to name the victims.
And he shared the grief of survivors.
It all felt impossible for Aya Batraoui, too. After a few weeks in Israel, she went home to Dubai. From there, she continued to work with Anas to tell stories from Gaza. And that was a different sort of challenge.
After the break, how Eya covered the war from afar, while Anas only got closer and closer.
We're back with a Sunday story. I'm Justine Yan. For Dubai-based correspondent Aya Batraoui, as the war dragged on, it got harder to make sense of what was happening.
Everywhere she looked, there were images of atrocities. Men, women, children, injured and killed.
Everywhere she went, everything she did, she thought of Gaza. Her own life, outside the frame of the war, felt unfair.
Aya made phone call after phone call to doctors, rescue crews, and aid workers on the ground, trying to verify the basic facts. And while doing that, she'd also call on us.
In the South, Anas was displaced again and again. He lived in his car. That's where he slept at night.
He was always hungry. Anas has lost almost 70 pounds since the start of the war. And there were days he couldn't eat because of what he saw. The repetition of bombing, evacuation, and bombing again.
Anas has often been among the first to arrive at the scene of a bombing. Several times, he's tried to save someone's life. After one airstrike in Al-Buraj, central Gaza, Anas found a group of people trying to rescue women and children trapped in a building that had just been bombed.
So he joined it. Someone passed him a young woman. She was semi-conscious and couldn't breathe. He carried her out of the building.
There's no footage of this moment because Anas had put down his phone. He wasn't reporting anymore. It took more than 15 months for the bombs to stop. The day the ceasefire went into effect, January 19, 2025, it was also Anas' birthday. He turned 31. About a week later, Anas set out on the coastal road towards Gaza City. It was a seven-mile walk north.
He was surrounded by thousands of other Palestinians, also heading home. Eya Batraoui called him.
Reunions were happening all along the road. People who'd stayed in the north during the war were meeting people who'd been displaced to the south. Ana spoke to a woman who hadn't seen her son in 16 months. He left as a boy, she said, and now I meet him as a man.
As he and the crowds got closer to Gaza City, Eya reminded him to take in the moment.
When Anas finally returned to his house, it was not as he remembered it. He found the shattered lock, the empty kitchen, the unexploded artillery shell. But there were some signs of his former life, like his garden.
It all gave Anas an almost irrational hope.
Did you really think that they would be there?
And so, Anas went from room to room, letting the house welcome him home.
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