AT LAST, A TRAGEDY
Wa akhiran musiba
Synopsis
I can’t resist, cope with, or mourn a tragedy that I don’t see. I search for it in memory, among clear and faded pictures, in Damascus and Beirut, in the shadows of my close friend’s stories, between my prisons and his. I finally find it in my body.
Synopsis
I can’t resist, cope with, or mourn a tragedy that I don’t see. I search for it in memory, among clear and faded pictures, in Damascus and Beirut, in the shadows of my close friend’s stories, between my prisons and his. I finally find it in my body.