Sabreen Blil was on her hands and knees atop the rubble of her brother's house, the wind beating at her black robe as she clawed with her bare hands at the flattened masonry in hope of somehow digging to the family buried below.
She recited their names as she wept.
"Taym, Yazan, Luqman, Salmah, Tumador, Hakim and his wife. Oh my God. My family, where are you?" she wailed. "Oh God. Even just one — my God — just let me find even one body."