“In Akkar, We Are Born, We Live And We Die In Poverty”
Omar is among the survivors of Sunday’s explosion. Wearing bandages on his calves and forearms, he was among the rare casualties who were slightly burnt. He saw his brother and his cousin transformed before his eyes into living torches. Still in shock, Omar talks about the explosion. “The gasoline that came from the tank wasContinue reading ““In Akkar, We Are Born, We Live And We Die In Poverty””
“We Are So Poor That My Brothers Died For a Few Drops of Gasoline”
Dawsseh is a poor and remote village in Akkar, the poorest caza in Lebanon and the one with the largest number of Syrian refugees. In Dawsseh, four people were killed in Sunday explosion, two brothers in each family. Mouein Chreiteh is receiving condolences in a tent erected at the entrance of his house as isContinue reading ““We Are So Poor That My Brothers Died For a Few Drops of Gasoline””
