You’re looking at the beachfront of Zeitouneh in the 1950s. Alas, unrecognizable to those of us who never lived it?

Every once in a while,

You’re looking at the view down the road from my mother’s house. In Lebanon, only the seas are calm.

Is it not something that, as

You’re looking at Beirut’s Burj in 1952. I cannot lie. I would have very much liked to walk those streets and live that life.

In

A Birdseye view of Hassan Nassrallah’s funeral. Credit: AP

On Gazan landscapes of genocide, domicide, and educide, Hamas emerged, as if from the rubble, after

You are looking at my sister Iman, when she was six years old.

An unscheduled post this week for a special reason.

On a Saturday

The photo is self-explanatory. Nawaf Salam as if ushering in his tenure.

What in Lebanon went weak enough to give prime minister-designate Nawaf Salam the