“Please, Majid. Please, habibi, come with me,” I begged him. “Habibti, you know I can’t just leave. Soon people are going to need doctors more than anything. I can’t turn my back on them.” I wished then that my husband was a coward. “If anything happens, I promise to live at the hospital. Even Israel will not bomb a hospital,” he reassured me, and pulled me close.
