A woman sitting in front of the remains of her house in Mais al-Jabal, on Feb. 19th. (Credit: Mohammad Yassin/L'OLJ)
A man sits before a cracked tombstone, dislodged from its base, in a cemetery in Mais al-Jabal. Under the sorrowful gaze of his wife and children, he chants softly, runs his fingers over the cold marble, and buries his face in his hands.Hussein had just returned to his native village in the Marjayoun district on Feb. 19, a day after the Israeli army withdrew. But, what he found left him in shock: the final resting place of his parents had been desecrated."Here, beneath the earth, lie my mother, my father, and next to them, my son-in-law. .. Israel spared nothing, even attacking dead. But what wrong did the deceased ever do?” he asks rhetorically.Before the war, Hussein’s visits always began here — paying respects to his ancestors before heading to the family home for weekends and summer holidays. But now, the cemetery bears the scars of...
A man sits before a cracked tombstone, dislodged from its base, in a cemetery in Mais al-Jabal. Under the sorrowful gaze of his wife and children, he chants softly, runs his fingers over the cold marble, and buries his face in his hands.Hussein had just returned to his native village in the Marjayoun district on Feb. 19, a day after the Israeli army withdrew. But, what he found left him in shock: the final resting place of his parents had been desecrated."Here, beneath the earth, lie my mother, my father, and next to them, my son-in-law. .. Israel spared nothing, even attacking dead. But what wrong did the deceased ever do?” he asks rhetorically.Before the war, Hussein’s visits always began here — paying respects to his ancestors before heading to the family home for weekends and summer holidays. But now, the cemetery bears the...