Not so much.
From the LA Times:
When the first explosion struck, Azawi and most of his family were at home. But the nieces had been sent to the store for yogurt. The girls, Raghad, 12, and Maisoon, 11, had just bought their school uniforms and were looking forward to the start of classes this week. Raghad wanted to become a doctor so she could treat her grandfather's high blood pressure. Maisoon, who was devoted to her older sister, said she wanted to be her secretary, family members said.
After the blasts, Azawi and the rest of the family were forced to remain inside their house by police and soldiers until the scene was secured. Once he was allowed to leave, Azawi headed straight to the hospital; finding no sign of his nieces, he went to the morgue.
There he found the broken bodies of both girls.
"One of them had lost her leg," he said. "I looked for it but couldn't find it. Then the man at the morgue gave me a sugar sack filled with legs, arms and other body parts. But I couldn't bring myself to look."
