of the humanitarian worker called david haines. we had all gone to our beds. i m sat on the side of my bed undressing and my phone began to ring. it was three minutes past 11 at night. and there was a blackness inside of me. because i knew it was the call that i had been dreading since day one. it was my team leader here in london telling me that david was no longer with us. and i gathered my family together. i took my mum s hands. and told her her son
was the night when my family were torn apart. just a few days before hand, i had moved most of my family to my home. we had people sleeping on the couch, on air beds, all sorts of places. the 13th of september was a beautiful day. we filled it full of family love and laughter and hope. we hoped my brother would come home safe. there had been an outcry around the world calling for the release of the humanitarian worker called david haines. we had all gone to our beds. i m sat on the side of my bed undressing and my phone began to ring.
i m sat on the side of my bed undressing and my phone began to ring. it was three minutes past 11 at night. and there was a blackness inside of me. because i knew it was the call that i had been dreading since day one. it was my team leader here in london telling me that david was no longer with us. and i gathered my family together. i took my mum s hands. and told her her son couldn t be hurt any more. that was truly the worst night of my life.