Fouad lay on the ground and looked around. His left leg was twisted in front of him, the right one was a meter away.
He raised his head and saw seven men with whom he’d been kneeling in the mosque just moments before. They lay motionless in their own blood. Fouad could still move, though he felt no pain. His legs didn’t belong to him any longer. The fighter-bomber took them.
That was 10 days before he told the story from a field hospital run by Malteser International and the Blue Crescent in the south-central Turkish town of Kilis, near the Syrian border.
“I can’t believe that the world isn’t doing anything against these crimes,” the 24-year-old said, his large eyes alert and black hair astray as he pulled a blanket over his lap.