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Download "With love from Beirut" pdf With love from Beirut Rewand Nakad shares some of her experiences under siege in the Lebanese capital, Beirut. Friday August 11 2006 I am an Australian living in Beirut. The decision to stay with friends and family was the most correct decision I have ever made. Last night was a horrible night. Israel bombed Beirut 12 times (20 explosions). They started at 5:10am and ended at 5:49am. The whole city shook. At around 11am two more explosions were heard. It was the dropping of pamphlets listing lies about the Resistance. Futile and desperate pyshoclogical warfare. While sitting in a school with young refugee women who had gathered together, 2 more hits came at around 1pm. And when I say hit – believe me it is like nothing you can imagine. These areas are 30-45 minutes away from where the bombs land in southern Beirut. Yet the explosions sound like they are right outside the door. They violently shake you from inside. Israelis and their supporters will say they are suffering too. Of course! Instead of swapping some of the thousands of illegally held Palestinian and Lebanese prisoners for your forgotten 2 soldiers, you declared war. Why do you expect submission? But let me say one thing. Let's swap weaponry for just one day. You take the "terrorist" weapons – Katuysha, Raad and Khaybar and give us your jet fighters, your apache helcopters, your mk reconaissance drones that shoot with cameras and missiles, your phosporous weapons, cluster bombs and vacuum bombs. Lets see if you can live through one day of the hell we survive everyday. The crazy thing is we and most of the world know that militarily and morally you have lost. But yet we live through the victim pychosis of your contempt and hatred – the inevitable anti climax of this zionism of yours. But please be clear about one thing. We love even the burnt and ripped flesh of our people. The most charred and unreconizable corpse of a child pulled out of the rubble is loved by the whole nation as if she was playing right outside our doors. Rewand Nakad |
