(New York Times) – It was 9 on a hot summer morning in 2015 when the airstrike destroyed Ashwaq’s home, killing her four children as they ate breakfast. It was my first case in my new job as a field researcher for the Mwatana Organization for Human Rights. It still haunts me. When Ashwaq regained consciousness, she learned that her children were already buried, and that she would never see them again. But at least she didn’t see, as some here have, her dead loved ones loaded into a truck meant for frozen chickens, dripping with water and blood when the power failed.