five—year—old riham clutches baby sister tu ka by pain.r t—shirt as she dangles on a nail. her uncle, screaming for help in the rubble of a devastating air raid. and now, a you day zone, speaking for the first time. —— a few days own. translation: we could hear the jet above us. suddenly, the glass shattered. i immediately leapt towards the door in the thick black smoke. ifound towards the door in the thick black smoke. i found the girl right there, where the rubble is. i heard riham shouting, uncle, but she fell as the rubble collapsed. both girls fell to the ground that day, ending riham's little life. seven—month—old tuka miraculously survived. it wasn't just their house. these are the streets of their town in north—west syria. an streets like this across idlib, this last province in rebel hands. three months of ferocious bombardment by syrian and russian warplanes, condemned today at the un. what you see is a level of destruction consistent with a bombing campaign aimed at a scorched earth policy. almost every building destroyed in a t