Al-Assad Is Gone, and One Idea Fills My Brain
Al-Assad Is Gone, and One Idea Fills My Brain On Sunday at 3 a.m. my mother woke me with a shaky voice. All our phones were ringing and the TV was loud. “He fell, Zaina, he fell. Assad fell.”
Al-Assad Is Gone, and One Idea Fills My Brain On Sunday at 3 a.m. my mother woke me with a shaky voice. All our phones were ringing and the TV was loud. “He fell, Zaina, he fell. Assad fell.”