(Credit: Gilles Khoury)
Just a month ago, they had stopped believing. From Paris, London, Dubai, Riyadh, New York, Milan, Berlin, Sydney or Montreal, glued to their smartphones, engrossed in the news, connected to Lebanon through screens or familiar but distant voices, they had become powerless spectators of a war that kept extending and intensifying, defying science fiction. From afar, they watched their Lebanon getting consumed by Israeli fire, and they definitely no longer believed. Day by day, hour by hour, they saw cease-fire attempts failing one after another, and with them, the hope of a return seemed increasingly impossible. Just a month ago, for all of them, the mere idea of returning for the holidays, going back home, seemed unreal. Over the phone, with cracked and breathless voices, their parents told them more or less the same thing, "Make...
Just a month ago, they had stopped believing. From Paris, London, Dubai, Riyadh, New York, Milan, Berlin, Sydney or Montreal, glued to their smartphones, engrossed in the news, connected to Lebanon through screens or familiar but distant voices, they had become powerless spectators of a war that kept extending and intensifying, defying science fiction. From afar, they watched their Lebanon getting consumed by Israeli fire, and they definitely no longer believed. Day by day, hour by hour, they saw cease-fire attempts failing one after another, and with them, the hope of a return seemed increasingly impossible. Just a month ago, for all of them, the mere idea of returning for the holidays, going back home, seemed unreal. Over the phone, with cracked and breathless voices, their parents told them more or less the same thing, "Make...
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