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STORIES OF LOVE

'As we lose embryo after embryo, I discover love that grows stronger with pain'

Jihan* is 46. For 10 years, this Lebanese woman tried to get pregnant, in vain. Today, she shares how the love she has for her husband, and the love he gives her in return, helped her overcome this painful ordeal.

'As we lose embryo after embryo, I discover love that grows stronger with pain'

An illustration of this week's love story. (Credit: Mohamad Kraytem)

In this series, "Stories of Love," men and women with direct or indirect ties to Lebanon entrust our journalist Julia Mokdad with the great love stories that have shaped their lives. Through their accounts, transcribed here, we travel across different journeys, eras, cultures and worlds — stories that, in some way, are also about all of us. Today, we relay Jihan’s* story, in her own words.I am the youngest of a large family of six children. Born almost 20 years after the eldest, I watched my brothers and sisters leave, one after the other. By the time I was 12, all of them had already left Beirut for Louisiana, Michigan or Paris. They all got engaged, then married. I stayed behind, overprotected by parents who were as loving as they were strict, in our small single-story house in Jnah. In 1982, there were still quite a few...
In this series, "Stories of Love," men and women with direct or indirect ties to Lebanon entrust our journalist Julia Mokdad with the great love stories that have shaped their lives. Through their accounts, transcribed here, we travel across different journeys, eras, cultures and worlds — stories that, in some way, are also about all of us. Today, we relay Jihan’s* story, in her own words.I am the youngest of a large family of six children. Born almost 20 years after the eldest, I watched my brothers and sisters leave, one after the other. By the time I was 12, all of them had already left Beirut for Louisiana, Michigan or Paris. They all got engaged, then married. I stayed behind, overprotected by parents who were as loving as they were strict, in our small single-story house in Jnah. In 1982, there were still quite a...
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