The smell came first. Markouk flatbread on the griddle, made every other day in my grandfather’s house in Bint Jbeil. After that, I see long stone stairs, a spacious hall, rooms opening onto it. My siblings and I climbed those stairs knowing what waited at the top: bread, still warm, and a life that felt, … Continue reading History of Loss
How a Lebanese family’s past was swallowed up by the wars of the present