How will the people progress, or even start to imagine days going by without misery, when they spend half their days in queues, and the other half wondering and asking about the time they will be receiving their rations, or resting after the fatigue of the long wait?
“The Lebanese hate us, the Syrians, I am so sorry you are dealing with this.” These words have never managed to comfort me. Who are these abstract Lebanese and Syrians who are at war with one another, and where do I fit into these binaries?
The Syrian regime has a mysterious history, during the rule of the Assads, a hidden history, giving way to a narrative that refers everything in Syria to the regime that was established or controlled by Hafez Al-Assad…
