Collage by Céline Bejjani. (Credit: AFP and Mohammad Souleiman.)
Everything happened very quickly. It was 12:30 p.m. in Nabatieh on Tuesday, March 24, 2026. Joud was on a motorcycle. He had just left the rescue center managed by his father, where he himself was a volunteer. He was headed to the husseiniya at the northern entrance to the city, where he was supposed to help prepare the next day's meals. A three-minute ride, four at the most, which he took every day. But this time, he wouldn’t come back.The scene was filmed by France Télévisions cameras. Yet another strike had taken place this Tuesday morning. The paramedics, who had been alerted, rushed to the site of the attack. The burning scooter lied on the side of the road, black smoke billowing out. The father, Mohammad Souleiman, discovered his son's martyrdom live, in front of the cameras. "Where is Joud?" he yelled, before he...
Everything happened very quickly. It was 12:30 p.m. in Nabatieh on Tuesday, March 24, 2026. Joud was on a motorcycle. He had just left the rescue center managed by his father, where he himself was a volunteer. He was headed to the husseiniya at the northern entrance to the city, where he was supposed to help prepare the next day's meals. A three-minute ride, four at the most, which he took every day. But this time, he wouldn’t come back.The scene was filmed by France Télévisions cameras. Yet another strike had taken place this Tuesday morning. The paramedics, who had been alerted, rushed to the site of the attack. The burning scooter lied on the side of the road, black smoke billowing out. The father, Mohammad Souleiman, discovered his son's martyrdom live, in front of the cameras. "Where is Joud?" he yelled, before...
