Rasan’s family was displaced many times during the war. Out of his seven children, two of his boys who are eighteen years and thirteen years of age fell prey to the rain of shells.
“To survive and keep my family together was a nightmare. My daughter was trying to protect her new born babe in her bosom, but she was too weak to run for shelter. I called out to her but she could not hear. Her fingers and her hands engulfing the babe were thrown off by the shrapnel, and the baby got drowned in the rainy water in that darkest night. My daughters cry to find her baby was unheard in the chaos of the shelling and shooting.”