3 AM Thunder, 4 AM Reality: For What Exactly?
On March 2, early in the morning, living in Beirut, we woke up to the sound of bombs. At first, wrapped in that heavy 3 AM brain fog where nothing quite makes sense, I genuinely thought it was raining. I lay there in the dark, trying to convince myself that the rumbling was just aggressive thunder rolling over the city. But the horrible sounds didn't stop. They never do when it’s not thunder. I checked my phone, the screen blindingly bright in the dark bedroom, and the nightmare was confirmed: Hezbollah had decided to get us into a new war with Israel. When you’re pulled from sleep so violently, your mind tries to protect you. You tell yourself it’s impossible. It has to be a bad dream. But by 4 AM, the illusion was gone. I was sitting in my living room, sipping coffee, staring blankly at the news broadcast. The absurdity of it all was suffocating. Following the death of Khamenei, a decision was made that instantly put the lives of Lebanese people everywhere at risk—specifically ...
