How the world failed Ryan and Yaman

I woke up beneath the rubble, surrounded by darkness, dust, collapsed concrete and the screams of my six-year-old son Nasser crying hysterically above the ruins, trying to reach my buried fingers.

In those moments, I believed I was dying.

What I did not yet know was that a part of me had already died.

When I emerged, I discovered that my 51-day-old baby Ryan had been recovered lifele...