We will plant a grapevine in the parched ruins of our houses and we will graft new olive saplings onto the blasted stumps and we will fertilize our orchardswith the bones of our dead and we will endure, we will return. Whatever is left to us, we will celebrate, and we will go to our deaths with lyric poetry on our lips, watching the sun drop into the blood-colored sea.
Leila's father has bad news. He and his family react with nobility and courage. Go read.
Lebanon is taking a lot of hits.
Some poeple there say it is beginning to resemble Iraq.